Aimee let out a blushed laugh at Reon's words, having been staring intently ever since Reon got up to begin her dance. Her eyes watching intently, Reon's dance had held Aimee's attention, other than one hand sneaking up along her inner thigh there at the midst of that. Yet smirking a bit at the suggestion she kissed Reon happily, and caressed her cheek in a tender fashion while kissing her over and over.<br/><br/>"I think it looks a lot better than what it might have been if your image came only from playboy and hustler." Her tone was teasing and yet peaceful at the same time. Kissing Reon lovingly, she held both arms around Reon, petting over Reon's buttocks with one hand, the other stroking at Reon's bosom from the side. Aimee had no rush anywhere, staying close instead.