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