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