It hadn't even occurred to her to get the name of the guy she was meeting, a thought that struck her as she leaned against the wall of the club, waiting. Instant travel meant never being late to things... at least, later that one desired. She'd dismissed classy almost immediately, opting for a red corset and a black skirt, the latter some tulle-d ensemble short enough to show a bit of thigh above her boots. Arms crossed over her chest, and she fingered the black leather choker she wore... it was the closest he was getting to a collar, for now at least.