One leg up on the white armchair

Kaylabray sits sideways in a wide white armchair, one leg stretched high against the backrest, the other tucked beneath her. Her lingerie stays half on, pushed aside rather than taken off, and her hand settles between her thighs without ceremony. Bare feet, brown hair falling over one shoulder, a bright room behind her.

Daylight does most of the work, flat and honest, with none of the staging a studio would add. She watches herself more than the lens, and small shifts in her breathing arrive before any sound. A chair not chosen for this, an hour entirely her own.