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Minnie was having a little exchange of her own between numbers, as the guy handling the sound system.

"...Stephen Sondheim? You want to dance... to a showtune?"

"Just put it in."

And as he did, Minnie strutted out in a black longcoat and elbow-length gloves, her hips already in action, to 'Ah, but Underneath.'

'..if his idea of ecstasy/'s to see what he expects to see,/ well ignorance is bliss,/ but think of what you miss...' the music played as the coat came off to reveal some rather elegant corsetry.

Many of the audience, if asked to tell you what kind of women they'd like to see dancing in that kind of corsetry, would certainly not have described a tiny dark little thing like Minnie. And yet... most of them seemed to think she carried it quite well.

And as the song continued to describe a woman who'd 'only allow a man to see/ enough to fan his fantasy.' and the various contradictory facades of her personality, more and more articles of clothing were slowly -- so very slowly -- shed around each perfect, graceful step as she illustrated a more ...literal flexibility.

By the time the performance reached the climax of 'sometimes when the wrappings fall/there's nothing underneath at all,' she had nailed it, and she quite cheerfully knew it.