"This is about freedom," announced Chloe Grace Moretz, her voice clear and steady. "The freedom to express ourselves without the constraints of clothing, without the fear of judgment." Her hand drifts down her stomach to her sex, her fingers lingering. "But it's more than that. It's about taking control of our own bodies, deciding how we're used." She looks around, meeting the gaze of those who dare to look at her directly. "I'm here for you, to use, to pleasure, to show you that we can break free from the chains of society's expectations."
"You're not just watching me," she says, her eyes piercing the camera lenses like arrows. "You're part of this revolution." She leans back, spreading her legs wider, her pink folds glistening in the dim light. "And I'm not alone." She smiles coyly. "I dare my fellow celebrities to join me. To stand up for what we believe in, to show the world that our bodies are ours to do with as we please." She winks. "Imagine the power we hold together."
"But let's not wait for them," Chloe says, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You can start this movement here. Right now." She reaches down, her delicate fingers parting her folds to reveal the pinkness within. "Show me that you crave this freedom as much as I do." The crowd seems to hold its collective breath, the tension thick with desire. "Come and fuck me."