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Entry tags: | emma frost | white queen, tony stark | iron man |
Who: Emma Frost and Tony Stark
What: What Registration Act?
When: Today
Where: Hellfire Club New York
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed / Incomplete
The music was blaring- the type of loud thump that resonated in a person's chest. It made Emma smirk as she kept her drink weaved gracefully between the fingers of her right hand and danced in and out of the crowd with ease. The strobe lights illuminated the room to the beat of the music, then dropped and left the people in darkness. It gave the motions of the dancers a stop and go appearance, as if life was being caught in a series of snapshots. The scene was a sight to behold; women in micro minis, men with pants so tight, it was a wonder how they kept on at all, stilettos so high and thin, the heels could be mistaken for nails. The air was thick, heavy and heated despite the ample air-conditioning and freezing temperatures outside. There were simply too many people grinding against each other, sweating or working it out on the dance-floor. She would have it no other way.
The woman made her way over to one of the stages and watched the line of strippers with her chin in the air. She raised an eyebrow and sipped her drink, remembering the days when she took the stage. These girls had alot to live up to but it had been quite a while since Emma retired from the pole. She'd much too much management to do.
Dressed in her usual white corset top and skin tight leather pants, Emma turned and leaned on the back of the stage scanning the crowd with her mind for a suitable individual to dance with. He had to be well dressed, clean and handsome. She had a reputation to uphold.