Shaw spent much of the party observing Betsy from a distance, until he saw her order a drink from the bar and take a sip. He smiled, knowing that the next part of his plan had started. Earlier, he had bribed the bartender to give Betsy's drink a dose of a drug that would make her more... impressionable.
Shaw walked up to the bar where Betsy was sitting. The asian ninja glared at him as he took a seat next to her.
"Hello, Ms. Braddock. How has your evening been?" He asked
Betsy saw through his false politeness and asked "What do you want, Shaw?"
Cutting right to the chase, huh? Well that makes my job easier thought Shaw. He replied, "Not much. I just wanted to ask you a few questions, that's all."
Betsy seemed to accept that reply and responded "Alright. Ask away."
Shaw smiled. Normally, Psylocke would at least be suspicious of such a reply, but she clearly wasn't thinking like normal. The drug was working. He would use the time when she was under the influence of the drug to seduce her, and by the time the drug had worn off, she would have become the new Black Queen.
"How do you feel about the way you've been living your life?" he asked. "Are you satisfied with it?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I'm satisfied" Betsy replied.
Shaw pretended to be confused. "Really?" he asked. "You're a powerful mutant. Are you sure you've never wanted to be something more than just an X-woman? You've never wanted to just be yourself?"
Betsy considered the question. Now that she thought about it, she did wish her life had more to it than being just a heroine.
"Yeah, a bit," she finally admitted. "I feel like I always have to put other people, be it my teammates or civilians needing to be saved, above my own interests. I want to be able to enjoy myself and do what I want without other people getting in the way."
"Like what?" Shaw pressed further. "What do you want? Don't be afraid to be honest. After all, a mutant of your caliber shouldn't have to constantly appease others, don't you agree?"
Betsy found a hard time arguing against what Shaw just said. Her psychic powers were far above average, and her athletic ability was just as impressive. Together, they made her one of the more powerful superhumans in the world. She shouldn't have to constantly serve other people; they should serve her.
"I want the respect that I deserve" she said. "People always try to make me help them, to act like I'm below them when I'm not. I'm more powerful than them, and I should be treated as such."
Shaw smiled. "Well, then, I think my proposition should interest you" he said.
"And what is that?" Betsy asked
Shaw leaned in and whispered to her ear. "I want you to become the new Black Queen of the Hellfire club. You will have the respect you deserve. People will bow before you. They will treat you like a queen. No, a goddess."
He looked her in the eyes "Join me, and together, we can rule the world."
The thought of that turned her on. Betsy imagined sitting on a throne, ruling the world, everyone treating her like a goddess. Other heroines who had acted like they were above her, like the bitches Jean Grey and Sue Richards, would grovel at her feet, licking her shoe.
She smiled evilly. "I accept. I want to be on top of the world. I want people to respect my power and beauty. I want bitches like Jean Grey and Sue Richards to kneel before me, knowing they are inferior. I will be the Black Queen."
Smiling, the Black King and the new Black Queen kissed, and when their lips parted, they were ready to take the world.