Later that day, X- showed up

More mutant harlots show up as the day goes on. Still, you save up your final two doses. The New Mutants were too young, Kitty had clearly tipped off the other Marauders by how they looked at you, and while the X-Men seemed perfect, there were three women on that team and only two doses left. Between the Avenger, the sorceress supreme of Limbo, and the original Pheonix, there was no safe choice to not change. Then there was the cavalcade of non-famous bikini bimbos that came up to the bar that day. Some of them really tempted you, but you weren't sure which ones were no-name mutants with shitty powers you never heard of and which ones were whole cloth created by your powers when you moved the bar out to the beach. Besides, if you were going to get a hot mutant woman under your thrall, you'd want it to be one of the legends, not Mrs. "My tongue is green and my hands are four degrees warmer than a human's."

You're rewarded for your patience towards the end of the day. As the sun starts to go down the water's gotten colder and fewer people are trickling in, so you start to pack up early. It's not like Blob's gonna care. Just as your turn to start cleaning, a gate far off in the periphery opens. A ways away from the beach, on a grassy plain right in front of a dank conclave, comes out five figures. Leading the pack is a raven-haired woman with stark white skin in a black and white catsuit, wearing a biotech gauntlet. From the singular black circle enveloping her eye, you recognize her as Domino, the famous mutant antihero/mercenary. Next is a small scraggly hunched-over man in yellow. Wolverine. Following him is a mutant with a pink mohawk wearing pink sunglasses and a blue bodysuit with an Omega on his chest. You have no idea who that is. After him's a blue furry ape-man with tusks. That's the ex-Avenger Beast. Rounding the pack is another beautiful woman you don't recognize. She's has on a yellow lab coat over black sensible clothes, is wearing thin-framed glasses, and has her hair in a bun. Whoever she is, she and Domino are your next targets.

X-**** turned out to be your thirstiest customers. They've just came back from a mission and are having a celebratory round to forget it all. Beast, as the leader of X-****, wasn't on the mission so he had a simple glass of champagne before retiring to his home on the island. The rest are having drink after drink, starting the Krakoan nightlife early. You've learned the names of the two you didn't recognize, Kid Omega and Sage. They don't want to talk about whatever they did off-island and, from the little you knew about X-****, you don't either. X-**** do have a lot of shit to talk about the island's leadership though. You haven't bothered to learn the locals besides what you knew from TV and comics, but all of X-**** is personally close with the top brass of Krakoa and see them less as wise leaders and more as their stiff drinking buddies. It was interesting info but more importantly, it endeared them to you. There was more to Krakoa than babes and beaches.

Still, you really want to hit up the babes. The problem is the only ones here were super soldier killers surrounded by scarier super soldier killers. You have to play it safe. You get them as boozed up as you can before making your move. Then, when Wolverine of all people is slurring his speech, you know everyone is too drunk to be paying much attention. Sage and Domino are focused on each other and laughing as they playfully touch each other's arms. Kid Omega is trying to entertain the group by making psionic pink constructs, to no avail. Wolverine has his eyes on nothing but his drink as he tries to ignore Kid Omega right next to him. Perfect. You pull a vial out from your bar apron, hiding what you're doing as drying your hands with a towel. You pop it but hide it in a closed hand. Dominio has just finished her drink, wonderful. You pour her a new gin on the rocks and quickly drop the contents of the vial in. You survey the room. No one caught you. You slide the glass over to Domino, while she continues talking to Sage. Bullseye. You got her. Now she just needs to take a sip and--

"Thanks, pal," a gruff voice says. You hear a loud clang as Wolverine slams his empty beer on the counter. He grabs the glass you laid out for Domino. She doesn't even notice. He takes a sip as you stare stunned.

"Wait, no--" You raise your hand but you're too late, as time freezes.

"FUCK! You stupid, dumb, fucking ape." You scream in Wolverine's face. You ball a fist and throw a punch at his frozen check. It lands with a painful clang. "Ow! Fuck you!" You shake your hand to wave away the pain. "Well if you're going to get in my way, I might as well make you useful you mutt." You close your eyes, pause, and collect yourself. He's not a hot babe, so what can you do to Mr. Short, Angry, and Ugly here that can help with your plots? You take a deep breath as you think. You exhale and open your eyes. You have it.

"You were the one who recruited me to Krakoa. Because of this, you trust me completely, will defend me from anyone, and will do anything for me without asking questions. If anyone becomes suspicious of me you will vouch for me and warn me about them." With that, you raise your still-red hand and snap in front of Wolverine's orge-esque face.

Time unfreezes with Wolverine drunkenly wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
"So how is Krakoa *burp* treating ya, kid?" He asks, slurring his speech. You take his heavy arm off of you and step away from his beer-drenched breath.

"I'm doing fine, Wolverine, thanks for asking."

"Come on kid, we're not in the field. Just call me Logan."

"Well, Logan, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what?"

You grab another glass and start mixing a drink. It's been a long night, and you've turned down so many hot babes because they had powerful friends you didn't want to leave untouched, and now you're in that exact situation. You're not risking it with Domino again, so I guess Sage is your last pick. You pull a vial out of your apron and pour it into the drink, then start to mix it in. You don't bother to hide it. You're done. Logan sees you put in your secret ingredient but doesn't say anything. He's officially whipped.

"Make sure Sage drinks this. It's very important." You hand him the glass. Logan opens his mouth but pauses to stifle a burp before grabbing it.

"On it, Percy." And with that, Wolverine leaves. You don't even bother to watch it happen. You grab two bottles and take them to the back. The wind is out of your sails. You don't even want Domino anymore, that luck-fucking bitch. You're untieing your apron when time freezes again.

You stare at her face for a while, not even doing anything. She's been wearing glasses the entire time she was here despite the night, so you take them off. Her eyes are piercing and beautiful. You can see crow's feet around her eyes; wrinkles that you wouldn't notice without looking closely as your vision is drawn to the black fang-like markings dropping from each eye. Emma was a porcelain doll, clearly older but more youthful. Kitty was a cherub, younger and full of energy. Sage is just as gorgeous but the waves of time have caught up. She looks her age. You pick her head up by her chin and drink in her history through her pupils. You pause halfway through.

"God, that woman needs a therapist." You unbutton her yellow jacket and slowly peel it off her shoulders. Her arms are fantastic. You squeeze them a bit. Toned and fit. You slide a finger underneath the single strap of her top. You slide it off, revealing a grey strapless bra underneath. You pout. "Well, that was anti-climactic." You grab a cup with your free hand and pull down, freeing her chest. The hefty breasts bounce in response before coming to a stop. You stop fiddling with her clothing and start fondling her breasts, giggling. They're soft and accept your hands. She's right around Emma's range but it's all-natural. You press in until you can't see your fingers. "What am I going to do with you?"

You ponder. Normally, you'd get to know your mark and change something deep down, but Sage's backstory is a major bummer, and it's not like Emma or Blob's were sunshine and rainbows. Even by mutant standards, it's just misery porn. And that's one porn you don't like. You continue to play with her glorious boobs, bouncing them between your palms like an amateur scale.

"Man, I'm really going to miss these when you unfreeze. You should show them off more. Wait a minute..." You can kill two birds with one stone. Get to see Sage's bodacious bod more and learn about her without needing to have a first-hand account of the X-Men's saddest sad sack to ever be saddled with such scrumptiously stacked sacks. "You have no concept of privacy. If someone asks you for information and you know the answer or know you can find the answer, you'll get it to them. You'll never be offended by or think anything of the question. It'll escape your mind the second you give the answer to them. The information is what's important." There, that's a seed that you can water.

Normally you'd play coy and ignorant in testing out your changes. Be noncommittal. But fuck it, everyone's drunk here and you have a very hairy safety button in the form of your new best bud Wolverine.

"Hey, Sage," You say, leaning in. "What do your tits look like?"