"Umm... while having a private beach sounds lovely... right now, I'd rather have your hands over me in turn." She smirked playfully while walking with Reon, then laying down on her front, even reaching back to pull loose the string of her top, leaving her upper back bare. Smiling up at Reon again Aimee let out a small chuckle. "It probably helped convince the police that he is scum that has no place outside of jail. Honestly, the guys looked like burly bikers, but lacked the attitude, the bikes, and even some semblance of common sense." She rolled her eyes at that. "Men with mid-life crisis more like, cruising for a bruising trying to play out some 'late teenage rebellion' now that they actually got the money to look silly." She let out a short snicker at the mental image, but smiled over at Reon.<br/><br/>"Ah well, I'm sorry about that. Would you be a dear and put a little suntan oil on my back then?" She asked Reon gently.