Joey Fisher keeps only her socks

Joey Fisher works her way out of everything on a wide bed made up in grey, one piece at a time, until a pair of white ankle socks is all that remains. She settles onto her front, dark hair spilling across her face, and the camera comes in low across the rumpled sheets.

Her glamour background shows in how little she needs to do: a shift of the hips, a turn of the shoulder, and the frame reads. Light is soft and even, closer to a bedside lamp than a studio rig, and the striptease resolves into stillness rather than display.