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