It uses the Gold Digger song

(Inspired by a suggestion in the comments by zd11, thank you!)

After several orgasm from Slamass, the music suddenly shifted, making her completely stop her movement. The swirls on the screen became golden, a color that suddenly became... enticing to Slamass. It reminded her of why she became a stripper in the first place as reality shifted her goals from pure carnal pleasure to fame and stardom: "I'm not some cheap slut, I'm a costly whore~" she reminded herself, getting the dildo out of her pussy and starting to shake her booty to the rhythm.

As she wobbled her butt to the rhythm, Slamass heard some of the lyrics, saying "You deserve a crown, bitch, right on dat ass" and "Bad bitches, I'm your leada". Hearing that made Slamass squirm, pleasure washing over her body hearing compliments about her ass and how she was the best at being a slut, not noticing her skin tanning a bit due to the numerous days spent tanning in this new reality. A tiny part of herself was wondering "Isn't it wrong how I'm selling my butt and viewed as nothing more than twerkmeat...?", but after looking at the golden screens once more, she hip-checked that thought, putting her chest and knees on the ground and ass in the air, humping to the beat.

She didn't give a fuck she was objectified, she had a phat ass, people worshipped it, she became one of the richest bitches in the galaxy because of it and she loved it. She could be a walking ass for all she cared, she'd even be down to trade her brain for more ass if it meant more money. A quarter of the galaxy's entire economy was dedicated to her and her badonkadonk, but Slamass wanted - no, lusted - for more, and more money meant more sex appeal. That's why she traded her Zero Suit for a golden micro-string bikini after all, the string going up her crack and showing her bulging cameltoe was just more attractive, and her platform heels - currently lengthening and changing color to become 10-inches and gold - added to her already statuesque 6 foot 3 height to make her a staggering 7 foot tall sex goddess.

Still humping and wobbling on the ground, Slamass looked straight at the camera drone in front of her. To became richer, she needed a bigger reach, so streaming her sex work online was a no-brainer, any anxiety that her previous self had had over her notoriety washed over as she smirked seductively at the camera and bit her lips, who just finished growing into big, golden DSLs. Of course, she also had one centered on her booty, that was her real moneymaker, that's how she got to buy this expensive station just for herself and her performances. Slamass remembered when she first set heel on it, the large clubbing room, dance floor and boomboxes appealed to her, and the golden circles on the screen were totally her brand. After reminiscing a bit, the Ass Queen as she was nicknamed now focused back onto her performance, standing back up on her towering heels with her hands above her head and swaying her immense butt, her grin full of lust as she looked behind and saw all the studs and sluts entranced by her gigantic ass clapping almost loud enough to be heard across the room despite the thumping music, oozing sex-appeal and making sure she was the sexiest, sluttiest bitch in the galaxy.

Now that it was the property of Slamass, the AI made it its priority to help Ms. Whoran in her goals, that is to say, achieve stardom, accumulate more money and any personal pleasure she may need. To enhance her popularity, it could use the Giantess song or test out the newly created Goddess song, although results may be unpredictable. It could add the Busty song to the current mix, ensuring Ms. Whoran would be satisfying to both rump and rack audiences or the Large Pussy one to enhance her sexual pleasures and encourage sexual interactions, in turn increasing her income. Or it could simply enhance Ms. Whoran's current ass-est even more. Perhaps it should take Slamass's subconscious suggestion of being "a walking ass" or "trading her brain for more ass" into consideration, it may be a desire of hers that would need to be satisfied