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