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