10910/Hellfire in Leather

Hellfire in Leather
Date of Scene:	26 April 2022
Location:	Midtown
Synopsis:	Dark and Light face off as Emma and Selene snark over spankings.
Cast of Characters:	Emma Frost, Selene Gallio

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Emma Frost has posed:
The Hellfire Club. Grounds of the obscenely rich, those who would hang off the obscenely rich, and those that would try and take any leftovers. Devoted to carnal delights, hedonism, revelry, and an atmosphere of tradition and grnadeur. Even with a VIP Membership, Emma Frost could find it rather repetitive. On this particular time, heading to the club to see just whatever acts of deviancy that was going to hit it.. If only so she could take advantage of the fallout for the benefit of her own stock account. Things like that made the Club useful.
    So, on a brisk spring day Emma Frost would leave her chauferred limosine, and head up towards the steps.

Selene Gallio has posed:
Right on the heels of Emma's limo, another pulls up. Fancier. Of course. It rolls to a stop, and then the driver comes around to open the door. From the darkness within, a single pale leg appears, nearly shimmering in contrast to the car itself. And then the rest of the figure emerges, following, the pale of that leg matched - and oh so much of it - with the pale of the rest of her body. The only contrast is the black of her outfit. And it is not much of contrast. Not much at all.

"Emma." The pronouncement of the name sounds almost like invective, words dripping with chill. Meant perhaps to stop the ascent of the former White Queen towards the entrance of the club.

The Black Queen has returned.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would slowly turn around, "Why Selene, you look wonderful as ever. Did the coffin you were in spit you out?" Emma's mind is going immediately to full lockdown mode even as she turns to shift around to face the Black Queen of the Club. Mind sealed tightly.

"And what pray tells brings you forth from whatever little basement you've been in back to the world?" Even with the very dangerous dynamic, Emma first fell to the normal routine of jousting verbally.

Selene Gallio has posed:
There is a smile on Selene's face, but no warmth in it. Nor anywhere in her body. She strides towards the stairs that Emma is perched on. "So quick to attack, Emma dear. Perhaps I merely came to pay a visit to some of my dear old friends."

"How have you been holding up? Other than, it seems, allowing yourself to let go." She waves a hand vaguely in the direction of Emma's body. "No longer need to keep yourself lean now that you have moved on from villainy?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just smile, "Why Selene, I never know you cared. And villainy, is it? So we've gone from pantomimes to full on theatrics? You've gone paler since last we met. Don't you worry about going into the light? You could have a beam of the sun hit you and turn you to ashes."

Flashing Selene a smile with just as little warmth in it. "Oh, I've found things much better than friends in this little world, Selene. Far, far more useful things."

Selene Gallio has posed:
The ascent of the stairs continues. "Well, my dear, perhaps I am just a touch pecked." Selene reaches out, as if to try to run her hand along Emma's cheek as she moves up the stairs. "Something worth rectifying."

Selene chuckles at the assertion. "Comfortable fitting pants?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would smile at Selene, "Why dear, I've found thsoe I don't have to strut around like a peacock in front of all the time. You let Shaw make you do a song and dance routine. You're a little lap flamingo for him. I'm very happy that you continue to find your place as a little yip dog satisfying."

Selene Gallio has posed:
Tapping Emma gently on the cheek, Selene shakes her head. "You confuse indulgence for obedience, Emma. But you always were a bit light on big picture." She turns and continues up the stairs, moving past Emma.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just smile, "Why Selene, I would think that indulgence is boring. What are you doing, play acting? Is this dressup, like a child?" Another low taunt as Emma goes to move on to things that she's seen actually irritate her adversary.

Selene Gallio has posed:
Turning about to face Emma from the top of the stairs, Selene shakes her head. "If you allow what others perceive to impact you, Emma, then you are weaker than I thought." She places her hands on her hips, gazing back down at Emma, clearly not only comfortable with, but flaunting the scant uniform of the Hellfire Club. "It matters not what I wear. I am still what I am." Her eyes narrow at Emma. "Could the same be said for you?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just smirk at Selene, "And what are you then, Selene? Since you're ever so sure of it. For all the not caring you seem to put on quite a show for the crowds. Like a doll of a sorts, I suppose. Are you wanting to be offered up for them to play with?"

Selene Gallio has posed:
A shake of her head. "No, Emma. I know the difference, is the thing. If they choose to worship me for this reason, or that, it is all the same. It matters not." Selene waves a hand vaguely. "What about you? Are you comfortable in your own skin?" Compelled by forces beyond her control, Emma feels her outer garments begin to pull from her, rending if necessary. Selene watches intently as Emma is brought down very nearly to her own level of attire, on the steps of the Hellfire Club.

Emma Frost has posed:
Clothes being telekinetically slashed adn removed from her is an annoyance. E mma Frost fortunately does not have body issues. "Why Selene, how quaint." Emma would just stand there. Annoyed. Then her eyes would flash over as she would attempt to broadcast over to Selene a sensation if at all possible. Selene's mind was always dangerously difficult, but while the woman was preening Emma might find a small opening for just a moment.
    Presuming she could, Emma's intent would be to try and make Selene feel fro a few moments.. Stiff. Unmoving. Still. Plastic. Just a little doll with a chipper smile, tacky outfit, and large hair dropped on the ground like a knockoff Barbie doll left out.

Selene Gallio has posed:
An eyebrow arches. "Come now, Emma. Be more creative than that." Selene shakes her head. "I have been consistent for quite some time, my dear. You seem to change allegiances as often as you change bedfellows. It is not a good look."

Emma Frost has posed:
Selene's mind is as always difficult to dart in. Emma would just smirk over, not phased, "Why Selene, that would imply you were worth something more assured. Now do be a dear and get me something to wear. Right now." There was that sneer in her voice. The edge. Emma tries something a little trickier here of attempting to broadcast -power- and -intent- to Selene. Superiority. She's not trying to implant it on the other woman's mind where Selene would probably easily fend it off, but simply broadcast it around and let it seethe and mold about the other woman's subconscious. And so Emma attempts to passively -push- that accomodation and sense of betterment upon the brunette witch.

Selene Gallio has posed:
Selene's eyes fill with amusement. "As you wish." A snap of her fingers, and the last lingering attire of Emma is in the wind. Emma feels force against her face - not control of her body, no, but the very air itself, pushing the corners of her mouth up. Not in any way permanent, or even tough to combat, but for at least a moment, Emma Frost wears naught but a smile.

Emma Frost has posed:
Then as Selene is going to play over with the whole routine, Emma seems fully nonchalant with her exposure. Not even annoyed. To Selene she goes to then dart into the eldritch woman's mindscape while Selene is smug with her supremacy.. And for just a moment, Emma darts in and finds a weakness. Then to Selene there is the mental sensation of being small, bent over on a lap and given a brutal -spank- like the way a parent would treat a misbehaving child. Emma plays up that sensation and that sense of punishment even without telekinesis, ringing it through Selene's consciousness. "Nwo be a dear and do as you're told."

Selene Gallio has posed:
If Emma thought that the spanking would disrupt or in any way dismay Selene, she was grossly mistaken. Instead, Slene licks her lips for a moment, watching Emma. "Oh, Emma dear. I never realized you felt that way. If you had ever said something, I am sure we could have ensured that your fantasies were to be filled in reality." She winks at Emma, and then turns to continue her way up the steps.

For good measure, she reaches around to slap her own, rather exposed in her current outfit, right butt cheek. She laughs musically as she strides through the door into the club.