Aimee let out a short laugh before smiling to Reon and nodding her head. "I'll go get myself ready then, I shall look forward to our evening." As Reon checked the messages then, the phone displayed a pair of them. One of them from Myriad Inc, simply reading<em>Theoretically, if you happened to be involved in a recent helicopter episode, you should be aware that the people involved have given a fair sum to pro-meta organisation since then. Would like to meet and greet proper. Confidentiality in effect, we have been asked, but said nothing yet. -M</em>, the other message seeming to originate from back home.<br/><br/><em>Few of your old friends have been dropping by to ask for you but we've told them you are busy for now and they have just left it at that, but you got requests to call John, Mike, Alex, Rick, Tom, Sandra, Jennifer... Not sure if they are actually friends or not, so I didn't give your number if they didn't already got it.</em>Other than those messages, there was nothing really on her cell yet.<br/><br/>Aimee seemed to be considering the merits of wearing a black sleeveless evening dress for the meal, seeming to consider whether to go with strapless bra or outright scandalously without a bra. Smirk playing on her lips as she seemed to consider the matter, playing with the two thin straps of the evening dress. Humming and looking at herself in the mirror, with Reon's clothing set at ready to wait, the sleek black piece showing her figure rather well yet riding half-way down her thighs too.