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