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