Ashley goes to bed

Ashley nodded, "Sorry, but..." she trailed off with a shrug, and slipped into her room. Wow, she had met Elizabeth Braddock. Cool. She changed into pajamas, trying not to think about the magazines in her bag that had her roommates face in them. She couldn't use those any more, obviously. She climbed into bed, expecting to have trouble falling asleep, but she found herself quickly drifting off into unconsciousness.

Psylocke pulled her out of bed. "Come on, Ashley, you're going to be late."

"Huh?" Ashley mumbled, as she stumbled after Psylocke down the strange hallways of the mansion. Eventually, she found herself on a stage. In front of her were all of the mutants she had met the night before, hundreds, it seemed, and she realized that she wasn't wearing her pajamas, but instead a rather sexy bra and panties. She screamed and tried to cover herself. Psylocke put an arm around her. "Come on, don't be shy. They all came here to see you."

Ashley looked back over the crowd and realized that they had all unzipped and were masturbating. She slowly moved her arms, raising them into the air and posing while the crowd cheered. Psylocke reached around her and grabbed her tits. The crowd hollered for more, and Ashley whipped off her bra and flung it into the crowd, where Scott grabbed it. She pinched her nipples, and then turned around and kissed Psylocke. The other woman reached into Ashley's last remaining garment, and began to finger her. Ashley pushed the waistband down, until it fell freely to the floor.

"Good. Now you're ready."

"Ready for what?" Ashley asked. Wordlessly, Psylocke spun her around to face the audience, and shoved her. Ashley stumbled forward, teetered, and fell.

Below her, she could see the crowd, standing now, cocks out and ready, as they reached up to grab her.

Ashley hit the floor. After she untangled the blankets wrapped around her, she sat on the bed. What a dream.