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