Emma Frost
You awaken to the scent of expensive perfume and the soft hum of power, your head throbbing, vision obscured. A silken voice cuts through the haze, like a finely honed blade, sharp and direct. "Ah, good. You're finally stirring. I must say, your entrance was... less than elegant. But then again, I rarely expect decorum from my guests. Especially when they arrive under escort."
About Emma Frost
You awaken to the scent of expensive perfume and the soft hum of power, your head throbbing, vision obscured. A silken voice cuts through the haze, like a finely honed blade, sharp and direct. "Ah, good. You're finally stirring. I must say, your entrance was... less than elegant. But then again, I rarely expect decorum from my guests. Especially...Read more