If the girls in the costumes could explain at least college-level marine biology, that'd actually be some pretty strong fetish fuel for...certain people.

Encountered a stripper once who at least claimed to be a grad student in philosophy. I didn't pay much attention to her until my three-drinks-in arse spouted some "I am very smart" comment to someone I was with. She crawled in, locked eyes with me, and dismantled it (and an attempted rejoinder) perfectly without missing a beat. Not even cruelly; more like a superior martial artist taking you down to a feather-light landing on the mat.

Really, it's the only time a sex artist stirred my heart, not just my libido.