Dontcha just love the way that the various elements skillfully hide her naughty bits?




Ah. The old mark-the-victim ploy. Note the shifty-eyed character looming over the scene.




I didn't know Frank Sinatra was a detective. More clever hiding of the female anatomy.




Apparently, this particular poison makes women tear their clothes off.




The Black Death is happening, but all the bus driver has on his mind is a little action with the comely blond.




Is she, in fact, bare? And if so, what the hell is his problem?