A dance that loses the lingerie

Music leads and she follows it, hips first, turning on the spot in matching underwear before anything comes off. Straps slip down between beats rather than at the end of them. She works through the set piece by piece, pausing to run her hands over what is still covered, and by the last stretch of the track she is bare and still moving.

There is something unforced about a striptease built on dancing rather than poses. Her rhythm does the editing, deciding what goes and when, and she never breaks it to check the lens. Simple setup, steady camera, one woman enjoying the floor she has to herself.