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