We never see any real skin, but Sellers' eyebrows more than tell the tail tale of what he is privy to within those walls.
A bare breast is more difficult to get through the censors than a body riddled with bullets.
While Godard rapidly changes the color of the light — making us aware of the manipulated, air-brushed, artificial nature of screen goddesses — costar Michel Piccoli enumerates Bardot's physical attributes in a literary device known as blason, gleefully mixing high and low culture.
With these qualities, it's really easy to get hooked! I am constantly amazed about that.