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