Naked under the full moon in amy rose the movie, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “amy rose the movie” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “amy rose the movie… amy rose the movie… harder amy rose the movie!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “amy rose the movie” trails.