Dark theater, single seat, czech streets 77 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 czech streets 77 come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “czech streets 77, czech streets 77, czech streets 77” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “czech streets 77”.