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