Cap on, everything else coming off

The cap goes on early and stays put while the rest of her clothing does not. She peels down one layer at a time, no ceremony about it, until she is bare on a dark wooden floor. From there her hand slides between her thighs and settles in, and the undressing stops mattering entirely.

That cap is a small, odd anchor. It keeps the whole thing casual, closer to a private afternoon than a staged shoot, and the camera holds tight on her hands and belly rather than pulling back for a glamour angle. Blonde, unbothered, quietly absorbed in her own masturbation.