Amber Hahn keeps only her stockings on

Amber Hahn works through her lingerie on a wide bed, pale headboard behind her, lamps low on either side. Stockings are the last thing to go, and they stay. Her glasses stay on too. Once she is bare she settles back on her knees, hands moving across her chest and down her thighs, never quite leaving the mattress.

Hotel-room neutrality suits her: grey walls, white sheets, nothing in frame to compete. The striptease has a conversational ease to it, closer to flirting with the lens than performing at it, and she holds eye contact when it matters most.