The decision about who was going to be her escort was an easy one. Tall, dark, handsome and available, Mr. Margaux was a perfect choice. Sure he wasn't an X-man, but she felt he would be a better choice. Most of those X-people were either taken, or not to her standards, or uptight. Some of them fit more than one of those roles. This may be just a small get together but she had dressed to her own standard and planned to get as much enjoyment out of this as possible.
She smiled up at Damage as she held his arm and lightly trailed her fingers from her other hand up it. He looked stunning and she appreciated it. She hardly even cared if he could actually dance. In her world looks usually mattered more than skill. There were always others about she could grab if she wanted to dance and he wasn't interested or able. Though if he could dance then this would be even better.