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