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