Neila enjoyed indulging her feminine side. She knew lesbians were supposed to be butchy, and she could rough it with the best of them, but there was something to be said about putting on a nice slinky dress and make up, about making men look at her and want her.
It would probably harm her whole "coming out" thing to be seen dating a man so publicly but she didn't mind. It was Tristan Wright and if she could get him over to the cause that would be worth any damage done to her personal life. After all, it wasn't as if she was ready to look for a girlfriend yet.
She found Tristan and went over to him. "Good evening, Mr Wright," she teased with a small grin. She took his arm easily, as if she belonged there.