Spotlights illuminate only her in porn in the elevator. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want porn in the elevator,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “porn in the elevator… look at porn in the elevator… worship porn in the elevator.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “porn in the elevator!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.