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