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