Dinah & Open
With Selina's help, Dinah had finally managed to settle on a dress that met her requirements of both classy and slightly trashy. The knee-length, backless dress showed just enough skin to be provocative without being out of place. Her hair was up, knotted loosely at the nape of her neck.
She wasn't actually sure where her date had gotten off to; maybe he'd gone to get drinks or had been cornered by some blue blood or another-- but Dinah wasn't concerned. Actually; she was in particularly high spirits tonight and, for the moment at least, was content to watch the people mingling, drinking and dancing.