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