It had been an idle day wandering through town when she'd spotted the dress on a mannequin in a boutique window and knew instantly she had to have it. Cut down to there with a hem that barely covered the slope of her ass? What wasn't there to love about that? She knew Wes would surely appreciate it and, judging by the fact that he'd nearly been salivating the moment he'd laid eyes on her, she was right. It was nice to know that your efforts were appreciated, she'd definitely never be able to doubt whether or not the dress had been a wise purchase - Wes had already decided that for her. Maybe she'd have to schedule a return trip to that little shop, see if they had anything else in stock that might garner a similar reaction. She did like to give him something he couldn't look away from, after all. Even now, in the middle of a strip club, his gaze never left her....or her plunging neckline....for long.
Cat chuckled throatily as he mentioned her being the one to give the lap dance instead, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I give my dances in private. I promise I'll give you one later tonight...they're very interactive." She drew back, giving him a playful wink, "For now, we'll have to find you a girl up to par." Cat turned slightly in the booth, looking around the club to see if she could track down someone that might actually hold his attention for a few minutes. Obviously Wes' tastes varied, given that he was seeing her now, going for that whole Latina vibe, but he'd been with Piper in the past, a bonafide blonde bombshell - there was plenty of variety on stage at the moment so all she had to do was pick one that she thought he'd might like.
"What about the one who just took the stage?" Cat turned to Wes with a grin, nodding towards the redhead currently wrapped around one of the poles in front of them. She let him get a good look while she lifted her drink, taking a long swig while he decided whether or not the chick would work for him. "She's got great legs," she pointed out, watching him watch the dancer - as a woman, she could appreciate such features in another. "So," Cat leaned in, playing with frayed edge of Wes' denim jacket, "what do you think?"