Beth tapped her chin in thought, smiling. "You mean my boss? I don't know..." she laughed. "I'm not sure that he'd recognize me in a dress." It was true, even when Beth wasn't at work, she was wearing pants. "So will we be wearing our cuts with our dresses? Because that may help us feel a little less uncomfortable."
Beth then blinked, tilting her head. "Aren't girls supposed to be more intuitive? Even bimbos like them," she thumbed into the direction across the room where a couple of Rat Traps were trying to give out lap dances or something. "Granted, I've had one or two hit on me, as well," she shrugged. "I'm into the thought of getting with a girl, but I don't think that I could ever see myself with one of them."