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