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