Kitchen light, one garment at a time

Pale cupboards, a hob, a kettle: nothing in the room suggests a studio. She stands with her back half turned and works out of her clothes piece by piece, down to a pair of white briefs that stay put longest. Long brown hair swings forward as she glances over one shoulder to check the camera is still with her.

Domestic rooms do quiet work in a film like this. There is something to lean on, daylight from the window keeps the tones soft, and the striptease reads as a slow afternoon idea rather than a rehearsed routine. Curvy, close, and entirely unbothered.