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