Eva Warenn and a long black wand

Eva Warenn is on a bed banked with pink cushions, fishnet stockings still pulled up her thighs, a long black wand in one hand. She draws it slowly up her leg before bringing it higher, her other hand flat against her ribs. The stockings never come off. Her attention drifts between the lens and the ceiling.

Soft domestic light and a real mattress give this solo film the ordinary intimacy of a room someone sleeps in rather than a set. Small details carry it: the way she braces one knee, the shift in her breathing, the pillow bunched under her shoulder.