Danielle Maye sinks into a vintage leather aviation armchair in Iridescent, her long blonde hair falling past a white blouse that hangs open to reveal a teal lace bra with cut-out detailing and a matching suspender belt, black stockings running to pointed black heels. The room around her is bold: a crimson feature wall, framed artwork, exposed brickwork, and honeyed wooden floor and cabinets. She sits legs apart, one hand on the arm of the chair, and the contrast of teal lingerie against black hosiery against red walls makes the entire frame crackle with colour.

The white blouse drops from her shoulders and Danielle rises from the chair, perching on its arm as her spectacular, heavy breasts spill over the loosened teal cups, the tattooed forearm adding visual weight to an already arresting composition. She stands tall in the closing frames, topless, the teal suspender belt still fastened to the black stockings, her voluptuous bust catching the warm overhead light as she touches one hand to her hair. The aviation chair sits empty behind her, the crimson wall glowing, and Danielle shimmers under the studio lights like the title made flesh: iridescent, shifting, impossible to look away from.