Between the champagne room at Spearmint Rhino and the "barrel-rolling escorts" room at…your room, you need an occasional break from Vegas' tawdry debauchery. So recharge amidst Vegas' refined debauchery, at the Erotic Heritage Museum
Helmed by a staff of PhDs whose goal's to "preserve wonders of the erotic imagination as depicted through…artistic expression", EHM houses the world's largest permanent collection of respectable smut. Sophisticated titillation's courtesy of artistes including Francois Dubeau (black and white pen sketches of lithe female forms), Bobby Logic (brightly colored, pop-artish renderings of futuristic lesbians), and Todji Kurtzman, whose anatomical sculptures employ the disconcerting technique of "forced perspective" (with bronze, apparently "No" means "Yes"). For kitschy, apartment-friendly fare, hit up EHM's reasonably-priced Boutique: poster art (Hot and Saucy Pizza Girls, Teenage Pony Girls, various other Girls), books (Encyclopedia of Erotic Literature Vols. I and II, The Sex Researchers), and a full line of old-school adult sex ed films, including seminal classics Johnny and Bonnie ("a great example of the use of verbal communication"), and Going Down to Bimini ("a great soundtrack by Leon and the Vibrators")
If you're looking to pimp out your vestments, Boutique's got hats & tees sporting the logos of the EHM, and the venerable sex think tank Institute for Advanced Study of Human Sexuality -- so when you get busted doing something horrible, you can say, "I'm not tawdry, I'm a professional".