And here came the queen of diamonds... Impossible to miss amongst the pulsating, colorful lights and the deep, darkened ball room. She was like a beacon. A bitchy beacon.
When she reached him, Shaw raised his chin to acknowledge her in a showy fashion, then met eyes with her. "Miss Frost." When she was through speaking, he touched one of the tips on his mask and smirked, slightly. "You found me straight away, despite it." Of course, Emma could spot anyone in a crowded room, paper bags over the heads of one and all. Faces didn't matter when you could read minds. His smirk deepened then, "You are important and influential in our society, Miss Frost. Surely you are aware. Your politics and opinions are valued." Blah, blah, blah. The purpose of the party was printed in the invitations. Humans, mutants and mutant-supporters could spend an evening together, right?
She knew she was there because she had a membership card in her little handbag that read: Hellfire Club. The Black and White courts were present in order to make contacts, to make friends and to make trouble. Shaw, the club and his company would benefit no matter how their evenings ended. To the public, he appeared apologetic and concerned, even progressive. Though, Emma knew it herself (whether he'd said it or not) that Sebastian preferred the less formal meetings at his own home where the HFC usually met. They were always much more... intimate. He couldn't have given a shit less about rope-climbers or trance music.
Tessa was usually close by, so she had probably heard Emma's remarks. It wasn't as though he preferred one woman over the other. He didn't even give it a second thought. But he was in charge, and would keep Emma Frost in her place, "She might pick my ties, but never weeds. I need her fingernails clean to type." Yes, Shaw too spoke bitch.