Kitty Pryde was in her office, filling out a few forms when she suddenly had a reverie. In her reverie, she imagined herself naked, dancing while being watched by Emma Frost. Frost was sitting in a chair, drinking wine while watching Kitty's performance. In the reverie, the young woman was excited to be pleasing the White Queen, whom she hated up until then.
Kitty shook her head in disbelief: how could that be? She hated that woman ... that delicious woman. And so Kitty was lost for a long moment, imagining Emma in her generously low-cut uniform ... imagining every curve of her body.
Kitty shook her head again, and said in a low voice,
"What's going on, Pryde?" Why are you drooling over this witch? You do not even like girls ... What would Peter say?
Before she could think about it, Emma Frost walked into the office. That was too much for Kitty's willpower. Instantly she went back into reverie, imagining the beautiful, cruel naked woman smiling at her. Kitty stared at Emma Frost for long moments. Babing for her.
Emma Frost, for her part, could not resist smirking. After all, she knew what was happening. She let Kitty drool for a few moments before interrupting the teenager's dream by saying, in her usual aristocratic tone,
“Miss Pryde, I think there is something I have to discuss with you”
Kitty shook her head. With difficulty and babbling, and hushing to please Emma, she replied:
"Of course, Miss Frost. What can I do for you?”