Margot Robbie Nude: The Wolf of Wall Street First Night

Margot Robbie nude is Naomi on the first night, black stockings in the doorway and then nothing but the floral bed. She gives him the look and stays. The same film opens other bedrooms: Katarina Cas has her own walk in from the door, and Natalie Bensel is in another of Jordan’s nights. The blonde calm she keeps in a close frame sits with Samara Weaving, and the way she lets a sex scene breathe is the same patience Sydney Sweeney brings to a bed.

The First Night

She comes through the double doors in black stockings and heels, one hand on the frame, and the lamp behind her does the rest. The room is floral wallpaper, a stuffed chair, a bed already turned down. She does not pose for long. She crosses to him.

Black stockings, the doors open, one hand on the frame. The light sits on her skin and she lets the room have the whole of her.

Then they are in the bed. Floral pillows, a pink ruffle, his shoulder against hers. She turns her face to him with a small smile, a gold bracelet on the wrist that rests at his chest. A little later his eyes close and hers stay open, as if she is the one still deciding how the night goes.

She looks across the pillows at him, bracelet warm on her wrist, and the smile is private. The bed holds both of them and does not rush.

His eyes close. Hers do not. Hair spilled on the rose print, one hand still lifted near the pillow, the night settling around her.

The Bed of Cash

Later the bed is money. The shot stays overhead: bills in tight stacks, his back across her, her legs around him, blonde hair on the cash. She has said since that nobody should try a bed of money, and the frame believes her. One hand is open on the bills. Her face tips up, caught between a laugh and the effort of it.

Overhead, the cash goes on forever. She is under him, one arm out, hair already lost in the bills.

Closer, her face comes clear against the money, mouth open, a hand spread on the stacks. The room is only that.