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