I watched about two-thirds of The Vampire Lovers (1970) last night, and to my disappointment Peter Cushing hadn't said "ee-ville" by the time I realized I needed to go to bed.
But I was struck again by the immortal Ingrid Pitt, who for a while there was about the best example of female pulchritude in the B-movie world.
Here she is putting the moves on one of a succession of upper class twit-ettes in The Vampire Lovers, and doing her patented Dance of the Obscure Fertility Cult for an incredibly stoic cop in The Wicker Man.
Note: Alert reader "The Blogs etc." correctly points out the fanny in question is Britt Eklund's. I should have known that. I'm leaving the photo anyway, it's too good.