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