If you don't mind me asking, why were you nervous? Were you disarmed by her looks? Or was it the setting? In other words, the fact that you were exchanging money to podge a beautiful woman. If it's the latter that breeds your nervousness, I can't help - but know that it's the oldest profession in the world, and I bet even our forebears were at it (even the ones that chucked spears to kill their dinner), with Eva the Cavewoman getting podged left, right and centre for scraps of deer as payment. If it's the former - picture the woman, irrespective of their beauty, taking a mighty shit. I promise that this isn't some sick fetish. To me, it helps to humanise them a little.