Gina Marie undresses out among the cacti

Parked up in the desert, Gina Marie sets out a folding lounger beside the cacti and begins working her way out of her clothes, one piece at a time. Sunlight does most of the lighting. By the time she settles back into the chair she is bare, and a slim yellow toy joins her.

Open ground makes an odd stage, and that is half the appeal: no walls, no soft furnishings, only scrub and hard light. Her striptease keeps a steady rhythm against all that emptiness, and the blonde hair and pale skin read bright against the dry green behind her.