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