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