Put the "exhibit" in "exhibitionism"

You find yourself in that huge room at the entrance to the museum. It turns out, this pedestal wasn’t empty at all. It has a bunch of translucent rods, hooks, and rings, all for the purpose of holding statues in very specific poses. Except the statues are currently replaced with you, Grey, and Marie. And you’re all completely nude.

On the left side is Grey. With her leg held upwards in a vertical split, her pussy is plainly visible, as are her outrageously big boobs. One of her arms is stretched vertically to grab her ankle, as though she’s holding her leg in the air, even though the apparatus she’s locked into is doing all the work. Her other arm is tucked beneath her boobs, propping them up enticingly. It’s a humiliating position, which you know firsthand because you’re in the exact same position on the other side of the platform, grabbing your ankle high in the air while pushing your boobs up like big, soft spectacles. In the center of the pedestal is Marie, suspended a few feet off the ground with her legs spread as far as possible. Her hands are locked behind her head, leaving nothing to the imagination. Basically, all three of you are posed like nude statues in absurdly objectifying positions.

“There we are,” Mr. Cummingham announces, having finished painting you all in a coat of gloss. Your skin looks inhumanly smooth and shiny… Stuck in place and gleaming so brightly, it’s like the three of you are life-sized dolls to be gawked at by customers. “Simply hold those positions for a few hours, and I shall consider myself duly compensated for the destruction you’ve caused.”

“Shouldn’t you be fine with just her and my sister?” Marie groans. “I shouldn’t have to be here.”

“We’re doing this for your sake,” you remind her.

“You don’t understand. It doesn’t matter if anyone sees you naked because you’re a loser. You probably strip just to get attention already, so it’s like giving people something they can already get. But I’m the most popular girl at my college! This is like giving out gold medals to the entire world for free!”

Pre-empting any response from the curator, you ask, “Am I allowed to take back my permission for all this?”

Mr. Cummingham seems to be seriously considering your question, when Grey begs you, “Emilia, please…”

You respond, “Ugh… Fine… But shouldn’t there be some safety glass? Or at least those big, velvety ropes? This exhibit is only a foot high, anyone could walk up and touch us…”

He answers, “Once I receive the statues I intend to pose here, there will certainly be a glass enclosure. However, unlike delicate sculptures, you three cannot be damaged irreparably by careless guests.” He looks at Marie accusingly while she returns a defiant glare. “Our guests are sensible enough to realize that statues are for looking, not touching. Simply act like statues, and everything will be fine. Now, I have quite a bit of paperwork to do in order to acquire a replacement for the relic you destroyed. If you’ll excuse me.” And with that, you’re left alone in the middle of a museum, posed like sexy statues without a scrap of clothing on you.