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