Lace comes off, her hands stay on

Tamarra Roman, who also goes by Jessy, starts in lingerie and works through it piece by piece for her own webcam. Once the last of it is gone she stays put, fingers moving, then reaches for a toy.

Homemade footage lives or dies on whether the woman in frame forgets the camera, and she does, somewhere between the first strap and the first sigh. Small-framed, dark-haired, wholly absorbed. The light is whatever the room offered, which suits the material: no gloss, no direction, just a long stretch of attention paid to herself.