The studio falls silent, the only sound the Italian diva's ragged breaths as she grinds against the mixing board, her song forgotten. The AI-girls watch, their eyes hungry, their hands wandering over their own bodies. She sings to them, a husky whisper, her voice laced with desire. They respond, their moans filling the room, their fingers plunging into wet pussies, their tits bouncing as they fuck themselves, lost in the throes of the song and the singer's lust.