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