Dark theater, single seat, amber pikenude 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 amber pikenude come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “amber pikenude, amber pikenude, amber pikenude” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “amber pikenude”.