Aimee grinned as she took a step closer and looked right into Reon's eyes. "I think we'll be stunning both on the dining room having a meal, and at the club. Goths wont know what hit them. Their existence may be bleak in their minds but by damn we'll make them shiver by simply passing by close." Her step closer brought her hands to brush on Reon's shoulders as she leaned in close to rest a head on Reon's shoulder. "You ought to dress too..."<br/><br/>There was a short moment of pause before a beep sounded from Reon's cell to signal a reply in turn, the Myriad Inc having sent a small reply in turn after her confirmation. Not more than a few lines.<em>For now it can remain private. Meeting with those you helped later might be good. We'll talk. -M</em>