In Plain Sight

"Mornin' Emma! You're lookin' lovely as ever. Where do you find these fancy things?" Rogue took a moment to gush as she passed the blonde in the hall. She circled around, admiring Emma's outfit for the day: A strapless, pale blue sundress with white trim. Cute, but elegant.

Emma simply smiled at the Southern belle, giving a little flourish. "Well, this particular number was found at a humble boutique in Paris. I'm glad you like it." The blonde waved, continuing on her way.

The kitchen was as lively as ever. Jean cooked breakfast, levitating all manner of utensils and ingredients around her. Jubilee yammered on about a recent arcade game, while Logan sipped idly on his beer... At 9:30 in the morning. It likely wasn't even his first.

"Nice shirt." Logan muttered, eyeing the retro country band shirt that Emma seemed to be wearing.

"Hey, yeah! You've got good taste!" Jubilee agreed, though she saw... A Space Invaders themed top. Emma smiled at the both of them, and began preparing her morning tea.

Most people view telepathy as simple mental communication. But as Emma could attest-- That was only scratching the surface. The bare minimum. A telepath of her caliber could influence the brain.

It takes surprisingly little. A nudge. A suggestion, which turns into a feeling, a thought, a truth! Emma could make you feel cold. She could make you feel happy, or sad, or she could make you see things that aren't truly there! Such as...

Clothing, for example.

Emma Frost was known for fashion sense. Her expansive wardrobe, filled with outfits that you could only imagine! But ultimately, it WAS all imagined. Every shirt, dress, jacket and pair of panties. Nothing more than a mental projection.

As she bent over, reaching into the fridge... Emma Frost was completely and utterly naked, with none of her teammates any the wiser.