Emma Frost

Emma Frost strode toward Gambit a look of hard purpose across her demure features. “Help you Mademoiselle Frost?” The Cajun enquired. “You can fuck me” she replied flatly. Gambit was momentarily taken aback, but didn’t show it. “I am a woman with exquisite tastes, who gets what she wants. I want to be fucked good and hard, and only the highest quality will satisfy. You I can barely be stand to be seen with LeBeau, however when it comes to sex I’ve heard you possess the superior skill to anyone else round here.” Emma stated, her face betraying no emotion. “So, once in a lifetime offer, the chance for the supposed best to sample the best he can never have. Yes or no?”