They don’t know me, do they? If I were in the market for intimate female companionship (which I’m not because I don’t think I’d know what to do with it at this point in my life) this is the image which might (just might) persuade me to exercise the left mouse button (it's the singer Ha Hui):
Or maybe this:
Or even this if I were fifteen and into war games, gyms and energy drinks:
But that? Give me a break from the stereotypes, please.