Matty Mila traces the seams of her stockings

Matty Mila keeps everything on: a lace set, stockings held by suspenders. She kneels on the bed, turns her back to the camera, then sits and lets her palms travel from collarbone to ribs to the tops of her thighs. A finger hooks under one strap and lets it snap back.

Lamp light does most of the work, warm across the nylon, cooler where the sheets fold. Her mouth draws attention as often as her hands, which is where a solo lingerie tease like this earns its keep. By the close she is barely moving, and the film is better for it.