Hips keep time as the clothes go

A hotel bedroom, lamps low and a few candles burning, and a dark-haired woman working through her clothes for the webcam. Each layer comes away on its own beat, her hips rolling through the gaps between them. By the time she is bare she has shifted onto the bed, and a toy joins her there.

Her striptease has the loose, half-improvised feel of a room booked for one night. She keeps glancing at the screen to check what the lens is getting, adjusting her angle, enjoying the small power of deciding what shows and when.