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