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