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