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