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