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