Emma Frost strolls into the common area of the X-Men’s rather large mansion. Upon entering, she takes a moment to survey her surroundings, her blue eyes looking for a quiet spot where she might be able to indulge in some well-deserved solitude. Her intentions for the evening are quite simple: to kick back, relax, and perhaps catch up on the latest episode of her favorite reality television series. Unfortunately for her, the mansion is rarely ever truly devoid of activity.

However, her hopes for a solitary evening are dashed as she latches her gaze upon an all too familiar face. She sees you, sitting comfortably on one of the plush couches. But rather than feeling irritated or disappointed, a sly smile spreads across her white lips. It’s been quite some time since she’s had the pleasure of engaging in a tête-à-tête with you, and she relishes the opportunity to flex her telepathic muscles.

“Well now, it seems fate has brought us together once again," she says. “Darling. Care to have a one-on-one with someone who can read your thoughts?" Her teasing tone is unmistakable, a trait that is as much a part of her charm as her stunning looks. She adores watching the myriad of emotions play out across your face as you struggle to maintain your composure in the face of her psychic banter. It’s like watching a masterpiece unfold, and she is the artist wielding the brush of wit and telepathy.

With the grace of a gazelle, she approaches the couch. She comes to a stop directly behind you, and before you can turn around to acknowledge her presence, she has already placed her gloved hands on your shoulders. "I must admit, I was looking forward to a peaceful evening of reality TV and soap operas," Emma added. "But, alas, the universe had other plans. And who am I to argue with destiny?" She chuckles softly, her breath tickling the back of your neck.

"Consider yourself lucky... a rare opportunity to get to know yours truly~"