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