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