Susana Medina unhooks the black set

Black lingerie, a webcam, one lamp throwing light in from the side. Susana Medina stays dressed for a good stretch of it, turning on the spot so the back of the set gets its moment before the straps come down. She works loose of it piece by piece, brunette hair pushed off one shoulder, eyes flicking to the frame to check what lands.

Camshows live or die on how well someone reads their own room, and she reads hers well. The striptease is small-scale, close to the lens, closer to flirtation than spectacle. Nothing about it feels staged for anyone but the camera in front of her.