A photo shoot? Moi?

A month ago, I started writing a column in an investing magazine. They wanted to publish a picture alongside. I think I let the seduction of that hamper my negotiations for more money. Anyway, sent a pic in, which was duly published. And almost immediately, my beloved family and friends let me know I looked like a Nepalese (no offence to the country mind you) maid. Not very complimentary I must say. The poor editor there offered to send a photographer to do a better job. I didn't understand what the big deal was. Well, the photographer turned up yesterday, with an intimidating bag full of lights and jazzy equipment. I tried to be all sophisticated, but that farce didn't last long. My little barsati could hardly accommodate him.
He got the ball rolling. I don't know what I had expected (maybe a single pic against white wall), but the man turned it into a photo shoot. Replete with, "madam, hold magazine", "madam, look left...Look right....Smile..Look serious....Look at camera...Don't look at camera...." Shit, he left my knees knocking. I don't know if I want to see the pictures or not. What if I still look like a Nepali maid?