Confident in a tiny black two-piece

A black micro two-piece, a thin choker, a grey sofa and a room lit like late afternoon. She starts close to the lens, then sits back and works the straps loose, a striptease measured out in small movements. Her legs open without hesitation, and from there it is her own hands, slow and steady.

Nothing about the setup is grand: a home stream, one lamp, a woman entirely at ease with being looked at. That ease carries it. She glances at the screen, smiles, and keeps going as though the whole evening belongs to her.