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