Psylocke

“Evening cheri” Gambit grinned at the sumptuous, violet haired, ninja striding down the jetty toward him. “Let’s just get this over with” the English ninja replied, staring daggers at him. “Now, now darlin’ you agreed I get a full five minute striptease and done properly”. The stare intensified and Remy could swear he saw a pink flash of telekinetic fury spark in Psylocke’s eyes.

It had begun as a simple game of poker, but ended with Psylocke betting Gambit to act as personal **** to the women of the x-mansion for a month if he lost or a one on one lap dance if he won. The rest of the players at the table had laughed and hooted, but Gambit just smiled wryly. It was then after Psylocke had shown four queens and an ace that he laid down a Royal Flush. The table had erupted in screams of laughter as Psylocke stared open mouthed at the cards. She was sure she would win, after scanning Remys mind she saw he had nothing. Gambit leant in close and grinning like the Cheshire cat had whispered “Your place or mine?” Psylocke had refused at first and everyone else never expected her to do it. However after several elaborate pranks, with the threat that they would continue until the debt was settled, Psylocke had consented.

“You’ re sick LeBeau” Psylocke hissed her arms folded across her deep purple ninja suit. “As sick as they come cheri” He replied smiling wide “Shall we move inside?”