As you step into the club, you take in your surroundings. All around you are beautiful and powerful women in colorful costumes. Some of the heroines walk the floor, talking to customers and giving them lapdances. Others are on stage, stripping and dancing and masturbating for an audience. You see some of the crimefighters leading men into private rooms in the back. Towards the back of the room is a bar, manned by a blue-skinned male humanoid with four arms, most likely a mutant. You breathe in, the smell of sex and sweat filling your lungs. You stride towards the counter, coming face-to-face with what you can only assume is the receptionist, a buxom blonde woman in a revealing white outfit, with a captivating air of nobility about her.

Emma Frost:

"Welcome, valued customer. I am Emma Frost, the owner and proprietor of this establishment."

She looks you over, a coy smile on her lips.

"This is your first time here, correct?"