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