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