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