Je tu il elle (1974)

She’s sitting alone on a low bed in a dark room, back to the camera at first, wearing little. Dark hair, slim frame, tattoos on her lower back. The lighting is soft but murky — feels private, like a bedroom late at night. She turns slightly, then faces the side, expression blank but focused, hand moving between her legs. Camera stays tight, medium shots, not much movement. Towel and a bottle — water? — sitting nearby like she’s been here a while. Most of the action is her jerking off slowly, fingers working steadily, no rush. Clothes are off or pushed aside — hard to tell, but it’s not quick or flashy. The whole thing has a quiet, almost lonely feel. Realistic. No talking, no cuts to other people. Just her, the mattress, the dim walls.