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