Once upon a time there was a pin-up girl, a whore with a heart of gold who realized she could line her pockets with a little well-placed advertising.
She was an exhibitionist, proud of her assets— or in another view, she was under pressure to exploit her physical charms, regardless of pride or joy.
She wanted to be an actress, a showgirl; maybe even a star. In real life, she might never have made it past dime-a-dance.
She was the pinup dame.