As morning breaks, the sun bathes the room with a gentle glow, offering a picturesque view of Krakoa from the balcony. You stir from your slumber, seeking Emma's presence. Your newly wedded wife emerges from the closet, already adorned in her signature elegant white attire. As she approaches the bed, a smile graces her lips, stealing a kiss from yours.

"Good morning, darling," Emma would say with a sultry tone, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and allure. Her movements exuded elegance as she glided to the mirror, her fingertips gracefully sweeping through her hair. "I have a few ideas to entertain the council with today," she would mention, her gaze flickering with a playful glint as she reminisced about her brainchild, the 'Hellfire Gala.' With a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, she would turn towards you, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she teased, "Isn't it a rather provocative name? I'm toying with the idea of extending invitations to everyone—Avengers, Fantastic Four, even some politicians."

After tending to her hair, she seated beside you on the bed, Emma noticed your perplexed expression, prompting your query about the eclectic guest list. With a confident air, she explained, "The purpose of the Hellfire Gala is twofold," Emma would articulate with a hint of regal confidence, her voice smooth and commanding. "It underscores Krakoa's sovereignty while fostering diplomatic relations with both human and mutant nations." With a playful chuckle, she would continue, "And, of course, I plan to demonstrate precisely why I am the most formidable member of the Quiet Council, all while showcasing my scorching hot significant other."

*As she draws you into a tender embrace, Emma's lips brush against yours with gentle insistence. she would conclude, her tone teasing yet persuasive, "Ensure you're dressed to impress at my gala, alright?"