A music awards ceremony.

It's an awards ceremony for music. I'm not sure which one, exactly. I know I could assuage that with a simple impulse, but I decide not to waste the effortlessness on it. Just as I do not mind allowing my body to experience tiredness, even after a stamina upgrade. I enjoy the way things are withheld, sometimes. It makes other things, like soft beds, enjoyable. And I have fond memories of my unkempt mattress.

"And the award goes to... Taylor Swift!"

The cheers interrupt my line of thought, and I return my attention to the channel. I watch as the camera follows the slim blonde woman up the steps to the stage to accept her trophy. Now a pop sensation, she used to perform country, once. I recall a little bit of that phase. She takes the award from the tightly dressed presenter, who is some other musical icon, I bet, and clicks her way to the podium in her fashionable white dress. Her gold mane is remarkably sheened for the occasion, framing both sides of her face with a glimmer under the venue lights.

She begins, looking down with a catch-all smile, "I'm just so honored and blessed to be up here, in front of so much talented folks, I don't know what to say."

I remark, "Tell the world how much you love eating pussy."

Shrugging, she looks up and continues playfully, "I guess the first thing to say is how much I just love eating a good pussy."

The camera switches to the crowd, who, after a wave of stunned silence, quickly relaxes into a bout of laughter and understanding smiles following some nudges from me. "Now tell 'em what you plan to do with that award," I say, moving on.

"And, of course," Taylor lifts a shoulder, "once I get back to my estate," then she brings the trophy up to scalp-level. "This guy is going straight into mine!"

She subsequently steps to the side of the podium, sticks the trophy down, and pushes the tip of it against the nest between her legs, rubbing it as she gyrates her hips. She imitates swinging a rope with her other hand as she dorkily eyes the camera. Conveniently, it has zoomed out to show the full display.

"Whoo-hoo!" she laughs. "Ride my staircase to heaven!"

With a couple of moans and rapid thrusts, she lewdly pleasures herself with the sleek trophy in full view. I decide to make her orgasm, and she cries expressively, drenching her dress and the trophy with her spurious liquids as it seeps through her million dollar fabric. The presenter from earlier remains in the corner, hands across her stomach, looking on pleasantly. Meanwhile, the entire venue claps and laughs alongside her.

Once Taylor wraps up her indecent act, she returns to center stage. She thanks the crowd as well as her friends and family. Treated to a series of applause, the girl descends from the stage, wet, damp, and content.