Bare in front of a wall of books

Joey Fisher has a room lined with books to herself, and she gets out of her clothes there one piece at a time. The shelves run floor to ceiling, crowded with worn paperback spines, and she keeps close to them throughout. By the end she is down on the floor in front of the lower shelves, nothing left on, brown hair falling forward.

Libraries make an odd stage, which is much of the charm. Her striptease stays small in scale, no music cues, no props beyond what the room already holds, and the soft indoor light keeps everything calm and slightly domestic.