Not because it bares skin, though it does (the swimsuit is cut way up her thigh, showing off her long legs).
Because it's an insight into her life.
I do like her. A lot. And I don't care what that means tomorrow.
I need to do this now.
It's different than with other women. I don't want to stay on the sidelines, unwilling to lose myself in the absurd experience of talking someone off, participating without really participating.
I don't want a moment of detachment or inhibition.
I want to feel every second of this.
Patrick: Agree to disagree.
Imogen: You think I look sexy in my practice suit? Really?
Patrick: I prefer you out of the suit, but yeah. You look hot.
Imogen: With the swim cap?
Patrick: You're not wearing it.
Imogen: I'll show you my true form, but it might be a boner-killer.
Patrick: Not possible.
Imogen: Is that a dare?
Patrick: If you want to see it that way.
She sends another photo.
A selfie in her blue swim cap and goggles, from the top of her head to the bottom of her chest.
It's not sexy in a traditional sense, but the insight into her life?
Patrick: Hot as fuck.
Imogen: Really?
Patrick: I guess I have a fetish.
Imogen: We don't need a lot of roleplay skill for that one.
Patrick: You want to roleplay?
Imogen: Maybe. I haven't thought about it.
Patrick: Do you have a scenario in mind?
Imogen: Do you?
Patrick: A few. But I want this, now. Me and you.
Imogen: Me too.
Patrick: Is that from today?