Her robe drops and the shyness goes

She begins wrapped in a soft dressing gown, smiling the way people do when a broadcast has only just gone live. That shyness thins as the robe loosens and slides off her shoulders. Once it is gone she parts her legs and sets to work, hands moving with a steadiness the opening minute never promised.

Blonde, bare, filming at home with no styling to speak of, she lets the solo play grow out of the nervousness rather than cutting past it. Half the pleasure sits in that shift, watched in real time from one fixed angle.