Emma Frost

Some say that diamonds are a girl's best friend, but Emma knew that a girl's best friend was something else entirely, and that she had to change out of her diamond form to make the best use of it.

Alone in her room at the X-Mansion, the fantasies of the teenagers in the adjacent dorms filling her head that night, Emma decided that her best friend needed to come out and play. If the teenage wet dreams of the students around her weren't enough to start her engine, her own fantasies, on a different level entirely, made her fingers flutter, heading for her platinum pubic hair. She was hot for Scott and his one-eyed power beam, maybe even a threesome with him and Jean in that hot Black Queen outfit. She was normally so cool but tonight she was scorching. Her telepathic moans filled the minds of everyone in Westchester, as she writhed on the white bed, muscles tensed, sweat running down her perfect body.

So engrossed was she in that moment, that she didn't pick up the thoughts of the person outside the door, thoughts that would have turned her on even more.