Like trouble the queen of the ball (or at least she thinks she is), Aredhel waltzed into the nightclub, dressed up like a sexy I Dream of Jeannie genie. If Maeglin was around, she could see if he wore a costume. If not, she could flirt with whomever she damn well wanted to, gay or straight.
Oh, who was she kidding? She'd flirt anyway, even if her son was around! ♥