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