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