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