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