Please define "immensely decorative", and feel free to linger over each detail.
Ann-Margret, in a skin-tight, slit-up-one-side red dress (a la Rita Hayworth), sang a breathy, wiggly "Heat Wave" in the school's annual variety show, "Lagniappe," in her senior year. The administration tried to bar subsequent performances, but the school's prestigous veteran theater guru, Dr. William Peterman, refused to go along, insisting that the number's immense sexiness was also knowingly parodistic (specifically of Hayworth doing "Put the Blame on Mame" in Gilda"). He was right and prevailed, much to the delight of many fathers in the next two nights' audiences. I've never seen a teenaged girl who looked more grown up than she did.