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