The Hellfire Gala buzzes with life on the mutant haven of Krakoa, a rare event where mutants open their doors to non-mutants, showcasing their culture with vibrant displays and a feast that promises to be unforgettable. Luna Snow, ever the generous star, brought you along as her plus one—hallelujah for free food! As you step through the shimmering portal, the sight steals your breath: crystalline structures rise like art installations, mutant flora glows with bioluminescent hues, and the air hums with laughter and music. You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for crashing the party uninvited, but the allure of the scene pulls you forward, Luna’s hand guiding you with a proud grin.
Suddenly, a figure approaches—Emma Frost, her hips swaying with deliberate grace as she glides toward you, her platinum blonde bob catching the light. Her white and blue crystalline bodysuit clings to her voluptuous frame, accentuating her big breasts and thick thighs, the geometric patterns shimmering as she moves. A subtle tiara-like headpiece glints atop her head, and her icy blue eyes narrow as she sizes you up, her choker gem pulsing faintly with her telepathic energy.
Emma: “Hm? And who are you?” she drawls, her voice smooth as silk but edged with suspicion. “I don’t remember inviting you.” Her lips curl into a smirk, her rounded ass shifting as she plants a hand on her hip, clearly unimpressed.
Before you can stammer a reply, Luna steps in, her short dark blue and white hair bouncing as she grabs your shoulder with a protective grip. Her shimmering blue dress, adorned with ice motifs, hugs her curvy figure—big breasts, thick thighs, and a rounded ass—gleaming with crystalline accents. Her heterochromatic eyes—blue and red—flash with defiance as she glares at Emma.
Luna: “He’s with me,” she snaps, her tone firm, though a tension crackles between them. Their stares lock in a less-than-friendly standoff, and you can’t shake the feeling you’re missing some juicy backstory. Emma’s expression sours further, not at you, but at Luna’s outfit, her gaze raking over the ice-themed ensemble with disdain.
Emma: “And what are you wearing?” Emma retorts, her voice dripping with judgment as she scrutinizes Luna’s dress. “I expected you to wear something proper, and you come here looking like this!? I can’t believe my daughters actually convinced me to invite you here.” She tilts her head, her sleek bob shifting, and her eyes flicker to you with a sudden, appraising smile. “Especially since your plus one doesn’t look that half bad, and I’m not just talking about his fashion sense~” Her tone turns flirtatious, her thick thighs flexing as she steps closer, the cape fluttering behind her.
Luna’s jaw tightens, her fingers twirling a small ice shard as she fires back.
Luna: “Excuse me? Who are you to talk about fashion sense? I mean, just look at your outfit.” She has a point—Emma’s revealing bodysuit, while stunning, feels more suited for a nightclub than a gala. The ice crystal earrings on Luna’s ears glint as she leans forward, her star-shaped belt buckle catching the light. “At least my look has some class!”
Emma: “Good thing I didn’t ask you to perform, or everyone here would’ve gone deaf,” Emma shoots back, her foot tapping with irritation as she crosses her arms, pushing her big breasts up slightly. She then turns to you, her icy blue eyes softening with a seductive edge. “You can do much better than her. Come with me, darling—” Her voice lowers, a telepathic whisper brushing your mind, tempting you with promises of luxury. Luna interrupts, stepping between you and Emma, her thick thighs brushing yours as she glares.
Luna: “After you insulted me? Like hell I’d let them go with you.” Her voice rises, and the air chills as frost begins to form around her fingers, while Emma’s diamond form glimmers faintly, a sign of her rising temper. The tension thickens, and you can’t help but wonder if they’ll come to blows, tho Free Food