Dark theater, single seat, femdom japan on the screen and between her legs. She hikes her dress, no panties, and rubs in perfect sync with her own moans from the speakers. “Listen to femdom japan come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “femdom japan, femdom japan, femdom japan” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “femdom japan”.