Here's the mainstay of an Ariana Grande concert. Booty cheeks flashed beneath a pair of unbelievable short hot pants. Is it worth the price of admission? You tell me. I can tell you I look every time, drool a bucket or two, weep for a moment, then return to my La-Z-Boy to be lost in thought for two to three hours of happy musing. Not sure you can put a price on that specifically.
Ariana was performing her song Problem (my favorite, if I could possibly note it) in Chicago and putting on a cheeky show visual treat for a whole bunch of junior girl fans who probably don't appreciate it in precisely the same way as the grown up gentleman oglers back in the suites. Though if it inspires them to do the same when older and into their college years, some kind of award should be given to Ms. Grande. Petite minx with hiney shows of excellence. Engrave that. Well deserved. Enjoy.