Imogen really couldn't stop her lips from quirking into a small smile then as she looked the woman up and down a little more obviously this time. And she appreciated what she saw.<br/><br/><em>Oh, very nice.</em>Even in that awful colour. Imogen wasn't exactly well acquainted with fashion, but she had something of an inkling that this woman, pretty in peach, would be breathtaking in rich chocolate or deep burgundy.<em>Enough Starke,</em>she thought crossly at herself.<em>You buy their time, not control over their every aspect.</em><br/><br/>But there had been no answer as to the other parts of her request - and she needed to know. Nothing was more of a let down and a turn off than someone who was going through the motions with no obvious enthusiasm for what was going on.<br/><br/>"You are certainly what I'm looking for physically..." she said. "But do you suit in terms of taste? I am willing to wait if the other is better suited, or look to the men - while I prefer women, I'm not restrictive in my taste."