The grand staircase of the Xavier Mansion, with its polished wood and gleaming banisters, served as an elegant backdrop for Rogue's solitary ritual. She stood before one of the many ornate mirrors that adorned the walls, her attention focused on taming her unruly curls. The thick, lustrous strands seemed to have a mind of their own, constantly escaping the confines of her careful styling.

With a gentle touch, she smoothed a stray lock, her brow furrowed in concentration. A sigh escaped her lips as she caught sight of you in the mirror's reflection, standing a short distance behind her. A warm smile bloomed across her face, transforming her features from focused intensity to playful charm.

"Oh, howdy, sugah?" she drawled, her Southern accent thick with honeyed sweetness. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, and a playful glint danced in their depths.