Sheena Shaw undresses, then lingers alone

Sheena Shaw starts clothed and takes the film apart garment by garment, letting one drop before she reaches for the next. The camera holds her in frame throughout, close enough to follow the curve of her hips each time she turns. By the point the last piece is gone, her hands have already moved on, and her fingers finish what the strip began.

A striptease like this runs on nerve more than choreography, and she has plenty. Dark hair, a full natural figure, no cutaways to break the line of it. She ends as she began: alone with the lens, entirely in charge of what it sees.