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