On her dressing room mirror she taped a portrait of Marilyn, inscribed with one of her quotes, “The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.” When the dancer walked on stage, Marilyn accompanied her while the Virgin veiled her face. She gave herself to the audience, and when she dropped her glittering top, bills rained down like holy manna. Eyes worshiped her breasts as she swung around the brass pole, allowing everyone time to adore. When the music stopped, she gathered the wrinkled Washingtons that littered the stage, and slid them along her thong so that their paper lips kissed her hips; if she came across Lincoln, she slipped him in the V.I.P area up front.