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