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