Charlotte Stevens takes over the kitchen in Goth Gourmet, standing between the white cabinets and wooden countertops in a full-length black lace bodysuit that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. The garment laces up the front like a corset, sheer panels revealing her tattooed skin beneath, while matching lace opera-length gloves climb past her elbows and black stockings with suspender clips frame her thighs. Cool blue-grey walls and a large roman clock set the backdrop, but Charlotte, platinum hair flowing over one shoulder and ice-blue eyes locked forward, turns this country kitchen into her personal runway.

Charlotte brings her hands together as if in prayer, the intricate lace of the gloves framing the corset lacing, before slowly peeling the bodysuit from her shoulders. Her breasts emerge heavy and round, the sternum tattoo stretching between them like a centrepiece, while the ornate ink across her stomach and hips creates its own visual corsetry. She keeps the sheer black gloves and the stocking tops, the dark lace against bare skin an irresistible contrast as she stands fully exposed beside the kitchen sink. The mundane domesticity of the oven and countertops only sharpens the impact: Charlotte is entirely out of place here, and that is precisely the point.