The curves of your body are like the gentle slopes of a moonlit mountain range, with the full-length backless dress you wear hugging every contour so that it is impossible to ignore. Your petite breasts sit high on your chest, beckoning eyes to follow their gentle rise, and your short highlighted hair shines like a beacon in the dimly lit room, drawing attention to your face even as you try to focus on the art around you.

As an art collector with a taste for the provocative, you have always been drawn to pieces that challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of what is considered acceptable. And what could be more challenging than a giant white marble sculpture of a vagina? Its smooth curves seem to glow in the dim light of the gallery, like a beacon calling out to you from across the room.

You feel yourself growing hotter as you stand there, unable to look away from the sculpture even as your arousal grows. You can feel the weight of it pressing against your dress, making you wonder if anyone else has noticed how aroused you are. But no one seems to be paying any attention to you, too caught up in their own reactions to the art on display.

You stand there for a long time, lost in the beauty and sensuality of the sculpture, until finally you turn away and make your way back through the crowd. You can't help but feel like you're walking on air as you leave the gallery behind, with the memory of that marble vagina burning itself into your brain