On the lower left, Trixie McVixen models the “Storm Warning,” which has “lounger buttons.” Note how her armpit shouts “Terry!" I think they mean terrycloth – and by terrycloth they mean “Cloud-Soft Acrylic and Polyester.” Probably took six barrels of oil to make that thing, but it’ll go nicely with the seven barels of oil in the hair of her date.

To her upper right, lost in the throes of an ether jag, we  have Afternoon Delight. “Show what’s on your mind . . . right on your LOVABLE chest!” Those dripping hemophiliac letters were big in 77.

The one on the bottom right? She’s not bad, she’s just drawn badly. I think I met her in Doom 3, where legless torso-harpies flew at you, claws extended; she reminds me of those. The description: “Point up your Best points” - boob up your best boobs, in other words – with WILD, wavy lettuce edging!” Lettuce? Looks more like she put the finishing touches on her outfit with a can of Reddi Whip.