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