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