Her lingerie goes, her hand stays

A blonde on a striped sofa, easing out of a floral blouse and pale underwear one piece at a time. Straps come down before anything else does. The knickers linger, worked aside rather than taken off, and her hand settles between her thighs while the last of the lingerie is still on her hips.

Daylight does most of the work, flat and domestic, with no attempt to dress the room up. That plainness suits her. Once the striptease gives way to self-touch she stops watching the camera altogether, and the film is better for the lapse in attention.