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