Emma Frost, the White Queen

The woman by the car was nothing but a confusing shape through her tears at first, but as Ashley blinked and got a better look at her, she was struck by her outfit. Not only was it entirely white, but it was also, well, very revealing, especially given that Ashley was eye level with the woman's cleavage. As she stumbled to a stop in front of her, the mysterious woman moved towards her, and, to Ashley's surprise, hugged her.

"Don't worry," the woman said, one hand lightly patting Ashley's head into her cleavage, "just let it all out."

Ashley cried harder, dimly aware of how strange it was to be crying against a stranger like this, but unable to stop herself. Somehow, the woman helped her into the car, and by the time she managed to stop crying and glance out the window, the mansion was nowhere in sight.

"Who are you?" Ashley asked, blushing at how she had acted.

"Emma Frost." she said, gently touching Ashley's cheek, "I'm like you." It seemed insane to Ashley. The woman sitting next to her was beautiful, calm, sexy, and everything else Ashley wasn't.

"You mean a mutant?"

"Yes, with the power to control people, like you. But that's not what you really wanted to know. To you, I'm more than just someone with the same power."