Out on the prowl...

Heading out through the Krakoan portal back to New York city in the middle of the night, Mystique, in her buxom blonde disguise stopped at the street corner to get her bearings and plan where to go to enjoy herself. She had completed her appearance on her way to the portal with ruby red high heels to match the skimpy red dress she wore and a white mink to draw attention. To anyone else she’d look like some high class escort or an extra at some expensive gala.

She thought of going back to the bar with no name, but by now and likely because of that night, the place probably packed up and relocated to another town to avoid any red tape or police attention. Not that she cared, she got what she wanted from the bullseye tattooed idiot. But it did leave her with a crop of kids, and a BIGGER appetite than before. So where oh where was she going to go to get what she needed?

“Where to go… Where to go…” Mystique hummed to herself, crossing her arms and tapping her finger at her red coloured lips. “someplace where I can get a serious bite to eat and a gullible cock to pay for it all.”

A car horn blared nearby, gaining the shape-shifter’s attention when she spotted a limousine that looked expensive enough to pay off the mortgage of a house. In the rear passenger door with the window down, there was a well dressed man with a heavy ring encrusted hand holding a cigar calling and waving her over.

“Hey doll, you working by the hour or are you looking for a REAL payday?”

Narrowing her eyes but giving the man a bubbly smile, Mystique waved her hand over her head and tittered her way over to the lengthened car like a ditzy bimbo prostitute he confused her for.

“Like… WOW! Are you guys movie stars or something?” She asked, bending at the waist and showing off her cleavage as she leaned into the window to look inside. “Because if you are I can like… TOTALLY offer you a really fun night.”

Insider she found a group of gangsters with a couple of escorts sitting with them already. The lot of them looked drunk and horny and high on what she assumed was a high roller night for them all… Easy prey.

“Oh we’re looking for a fun night alright doll face, come on in, we’ll be having you seeing stars in no time.” The slick haired man grinned as he opened the door and moved over to pat an empty chair in the back.

Wringing her hands in excitement, Mystique stepped inside, making extra effort to have her chest bounce to give the men something to ogle over when she finally sat down and closed the door behind her.

“HI! My name’s CANDY!” Mystique hammed up her act for the men in the limousine. “The girls back at the brothel call me that because I’m so sweet.”