OK, so what about ultrasound?

My experience wasn't as pleasant as hippy's. It felt like the procedure was being carried out in a cleaning cupboard, people kept popping into the room to get supplies, and the bloke massaging my balls with blue gel and a lump of plastic wasn't even looking at the screen for half of the 15 minutes or so that it went on.

I felt violated, but otherwise disturbed.

I'd pay good money for that shit, that kind of niche interest is difficult to fulfill.