Madonna looks like she’s hiding something on the cover of her 15th album, Confessions II. She’s seated atop a speaker box with her leotard and legs peeking out from beneath a rippling veil of rich purple. The effect is regal, holy, sexual, and funereal—a chic update of her trademark sacred-profane flavor combo. But there’s one twist: She’s covering herself up. Mystery isn’t usually Madonna’s thing. From the start, she’s been determined to make the world look at her, all of her—in her bed, on a c