Izzy arrives in the bedroom looking like she might be going out, except that the look in her eyes suggests she has entirely different plans. The bright royal blue of her bodysuit sits against her skin with a cheerful, almost defiant energy, offset by the open black cardigan and the houndstooth mini skirt that barely qualifies as such. She moves around the opulent bedroom with its dark baroque frame and crimson walls like she's conducting a slow inspection, one heel at a time, before she decides she's ready to give in to something a little more comfortable. The black high heels come off first, then the cardigan, then everything else follows at its own unhurried pace.
By the time Izzy is Ready For Bed, the blue bodysuit and skirt are long gone, replaced by a pink frilly bra and the weight of the satin bedding pulled soft and gold around her. The final image catches her exactly where the set title promised: lying still against the dark pillows, eyes closed, the pink ruffles of her lingerie just peeking above the champagne covers. It is the image of someone who has settled so completely into comfort that the rest of the world has simply ceased to matter.