Gately dreams Mrs. Waite and Death (p. 847)
Gately supine with his side on fire while newcomer Joelle v.D. raises her veil slightly to lick the sweat off his lids and temples, whispering so the veil flutters around and fans him, promising him a P.M. of near-terminal pleasures, undressing at the foot of the old tall bed, slowly, her loose light clothes moist with sweat and falling easily to the bare floor, and an incredible female body, an inhuman body, the sort of body Gately’s only ever seen with a staple in its navel, a body like something you’d win in a raffle
Context
Inside the EAT-motel dream, before the unveiling. The lid-licking is Lyle's signature move — the E.T.A. weight-room guru who subsists on lifters' sweat — and the archive's motif catalog carries this as part of the Lyle-wraith case: the wraith (interfacing with Gately in the immediately preceding scene 162) may be salting Gately's dream with Lyle-sensations, and "near-terminal pleasures" is practically the Entertainment's sales pitch. A dream possibly being broadcast rather than dreamt.