Charlotte Stevens owns every inch of Dominance from the opening frame, standing beside a white grand piano in a black cage-strap harness that criss-crosses her chest and waist, her heavy, stacked bust straining against the leather panels. Black fishnet tights encase her legs from hip to toe, and towering black platform heels with gold accents add a menacing edge to her already commanding height. Her platinum hair falls like a blade down one side, and a pop-art portrait on the wall behind her watches the scene with the same wide-eyed awe you are feeling. The room is pristine white, but Charlotte fills it with darkness and intent.

She settles onto the black piano stool, pulling the harness straps to one side so her buxom, heavy-breasts spill free, the sternum tattoo sitting between them like a centrepiece. Charlotte holds the loose straps in her fists, the fishnet diamonds tightening around her tattooed thighs as she spreads her knees wide. By the final frames the harness is bunched at her waist and she sits bare from the chest up, her lush, voluptuous figure on unapologetic display, the piano gleaming behind her like an instrument she has no intention of playing. This set is not a performance. It is a declaration.