Spotlights illuminate only her in see through bra nipple. 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 bra nipple,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “see through bra nipple… look at see through bra nipple… worship see through bra nipple.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “see through bra nipple!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.