Truth in advertising is one of my pet peeves, or as
BCG often says "
major psychotic fucking hatreds (© George Carlin)". Fantasy is part of the equation, IMHO. Combine the two, and wallah!
Hobbyists who are thorough in their hobbying will usually check multiple sources for intel on the lady who has captured the attention of both heads. Capturing the attention of only one head yields a pass (for me anyway). Those whom I have met usually have very high-quality amateur or truly amazing professional photos. Multiple reviews indicated photos were accurate, and experience confirmed the same.
A real pro will not falsely advertise and any touch up will be limited to removing the monster zit that shows up on the morning of the shoot, yet does not typically adorn the lady's nose, et cetera.
Further, in the moment, the real pro will look like her glamour photos (no whiskey required) and will not only exude the sensuality that originally captured one's attention, but will in fact inhabit that state of being. Therein is the professional courtesan.
For me, it is the difference between the amateur and the pro. High quality, non-professional photos are easy to obtain these days, and the professional shots are truly a plus for the professional lady, but the camera phone shot in the bathroom with the soiled towel hanging slightly askew on the rack above the unlaundered change of clothes on the floor behind the girl looking at her phone as she takes the shot... (whew!) well she may look good enough to rouse the attention of the small head, but the mystique is missing thus she garners the determination of: Pass.
Again, FWIW ladies...