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