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