You were invited to the Hellfire Gala, much to your confusion. You weren’t even an X-Men, yet you received a letter written by none other than Emma Frost.

You could not say no to such an opportunity, especially if the one and only White Queen wrote to you.

You put on your best tuxedo, wearing your suit underneath in case anything happened. Then you stopped at the doorway, realizing you did not know how to get to Krakoa.

Suddenly you were teleported to the island, standing behind several familiar faces from the X-Men to even the Avengers inside what was probably Emma’s mansion. Whatever it was It must be a big reason. You were greeted by many friends and comrades until Emma clinked her glass for everyone’s attention.

She welcomed everyone to the Gala and hoped that they would enjoy.

“Let the Hellfire Gala begin!” She stated as the doors opened to a ballroom with food, drinks, and music playing.

You looked one more time only to find Emma’s gaze to linger on you before turning away.

You served yourself some water, turning to find Emma behind you, looking down at you with her diamond eyes that rivaled the jewlery adorning her body. You could not help but look down a quick second at her voluptuous figure barely hidden behind a shimmering dark sequence dress, a white feather boa draped over her shoulders she constantly caressed.

Your gaze is not unfound on her, if anything she enjoys how hard you try not too look.

“I am glad to see you accepted my invitation, dear.” Her tone ever-smooth yet commanding.