Betty Pope, minor character in Atlas Shrugged.

Betty Pope came into the living room, dragging the folds of a satin negligee harlequin-checkered in orange and purple. She looked awful in a negligee, thought Taggart; she was ever so much better in a riding habit, in the photographs on the society pages of the newspapers. She was a lanky girl, all bones and loose joints that did not move smoothly. She had a homely face, a bad complexion and a look of impertinent condescension derived from the fact that she belonged to one of the very best families.

-from Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged.

Well, we finally found SOMETHING Paris Hilton's good for. If the Atlas Shrugged movie ever actually gets made, she's a dead ringer for Betty Pope.

Now, if only she could act.

In films where people keep their damn clothes on, I mean.