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