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