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