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