Scott burst into the club's front hall ready for anything. But there was nothing going on.
Look in the strip bar. Unable to tell Emma's psychic commands from his own thoughts Scott pushed open the doors and walked into the dimly lit club. The music pounded heavily as bodies grinded against poles of both metal and flesh.
Go up to the stage. Scott sat down in front of the main stage and watched as the girl's ass bounced up and down in his face. The strobe lights and the music had an almost hypnotic affect on Scott leaving him incredibly aroused.
The girl turned around and Scott finally got to see her face. Gambit?!
Scott was shocked but something kept him in place. Tip him. The voice urged. Cyclops reached for his wallet in a daze and slipped Gambit a wad of singles the the Cajun tucked nicely into his already lined garters.
"Thanks," Gambit smiled at Cyclops and ran his tongue over his bright red lips. All of Gambit's memories of Scott had been twisted by Emma into a deep fantasy of the brave bold leader taking charge. Now with Rogue away Gambit could finally fulfill his
newly implanted life long dream. Of course that doesn't make you gay. Emma's voice urged Remy.
Scott's just such a handsome man, and he leads the X-men, who are you to resist him? It doesn't make you gay that you like to crossdress and want a nice hard dick in your ass.
Buy a private dance. Scott eagerly obeyed Emma's command and pulled Gambit offstage and into a back room.
Meanwhile Iceman and Northstar were being escorted out of the club by two very different men. Tony Stark was taking Northstar home with him while Bobby Drake was drunkenly clinging to Victor Creed.