Owner	Pose
Lois Lane	Lois Lane is not in disguise. In fact, she could not be more overt. She's decked out in a bold, red dress. It's well-tailored, clinging to her in all the right places. While it would be enough to get her into most clubs, it probably isn't enough here. Especially considering her reputation for finding secrets and not keeping them to herself.     "Surely you can be friendly," she says at the door. "I have never gotten to enjoy the club, and I am certain you can handle another guest." She may not have the wealth, but she recognizes it. How hard will she have to work to get in is the question.
Satana Hellstrom	"Lois! Darling! You made it! I'm so terribly sorry I was late. The tunnel from Hell was so crowded that I was stuck behind two old biddies having an umbrella fight in the middle because one dinged the other's car." Satana sweeping up the steps grabs Lois by the arm, molding herself against the reporter as if the two were now one body. "I do hope this man wasn't causing you too much trouble?" Amber eyes turn toward the doorman and, without Lois having the angle to see them, spark pinpricks of Hellfire in the pupils. "Thank you," she says to the hulking man, "for taking care of my date while I was rushing here." Under the influence of her domination, the doorman put on a pleasant smile. "Ms. Hellstrom. Of course, and your date is a delight tonight if I may be so bold to say so myself." "You may, Hubert. You may. I'll be staying over tonight. Please do ensure that you come to check on me ... shall we call it ... 2AM?" And with that, Satana grandly sweeps Lois into the club. "And how are you my dear?" she asks Lois as they enter, the arm around Lois' waist slipping southward to the hip and then just a hint too far in the posterior direction. "You look ravishing. Red is your colour. Let's see if we can't make your cheeks match the dress."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost was going to get it, but it looks like Satana got to it first. She smiles to herself as she watches the pair. She slowly rises with the grace of a cat, leaving her cloak behind for now . as she moves towards the pair.      today, her hair is straight a little past the shoulders,but she is always the white queen in her corset and bikini bottom with thigh-high booths.. of course, her opera gloves and blue Safire lipstick.      Her normal cold face smiles " Satana, I didn't think you'd come visit the club and welcome Miss Lane. I hope we are all you wish."
Lois Lane	Lois is a pretty talented actress, when the moment demands it. Though, quite frankly, she seems sincerely happy to see Satana. There is most certainly a story behind that!     "Satana! I'm sure it isn't your fault. I am always making you wait, so I thought perhaps I should arrive early for once."     Satana guides her attention to the doorman. "Oh, no, he was merely doing his job! He was being perfectly polite." Not really, but one should never gloat over an undeserved victory.     She certainly plays along with Satana's act. The wandering hand and the comment get her to smirk. "Just which cheeks are you thinking of?" she deadpans.     But then there is Emma. That outfit certainly gets a study from Lois. There's no leering. She's just kind of amazed at the look. It's a sign of Emma's grace that nothing additional is revealed. "Thank you," replies Lois. She offers a hand, "And the pleasure is mine, Miss Frost."
Satana Hellstrom	"Whichever cheeks come to hand, Lois. Whichever come to hand." Said hand squeezes a bit, while the amber eyes watch Lois' cheeks (the upper ones) for hints of blush with a predatory intensity that by itself might cause reddening. "Oh, Emma, how are you dearest?" she says, easing the visual pressure (but not manual) on Lois to greet Emma. "I drop by here occasionally, actually. It's fun watching people preparing for their eternal future. Today I thought I'd come in my public form, however." Unlike Lois, Satana openly leers at Emma's outfit. "You have an inimitable style. If you aren't with multiple partners in an enormous circular bed by the end of the evening, I would question if the people here are even sentient." She leaves a pregnant pause, before adding, with a wicked grin, "I am quite sentient." Beat. "I believe Lois is quite sentient as well."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost She moves and gives Lois a Kiss kiss on either side of the cheek without doing more than coming close and doing so, leaving the linger of her intoxicating perfume.      For satana, she places her hand on the woman's shoulders and gives her cheek a soft kiss as she greets them . She lifts her hand and curls a finger, causing a waiter to arrive with glasses of champagne for them: " A toast to a meeting of friends."      She smirks. " As for the bed, the night is still young."
Lois Lane	Lois would almost be disappointed if Satana stopped being herself. "Honestly, Satana, dearest, I understood that you were more turned on by my mind than my body. I fear your hand betrays you." She has no sign of a blush yet! Perhaps in some dark corner of her mind she is rather flattered by the attention. It does wonders to her self-esteem.     She matches the politeness of Emma with the same. When in Rome, one must do the air kiss thing. Also the champagne is taken and the toast accepted. "Well, I do not drink, a sip for ceremony should be fine, though."     "And truly, my dearest date for the evening has quite a way of complimenting a lady." Lois gives Satana a look. Honestly! "But, truly you are a vision of beauty and sensuality, Miss Frost."
Satana Hellstrom	"Oh piffle, Lois. I said nothing ever of *only* being attracted by your mind. It's perfectly possible--present circumstances providing adequate proof for my tastes--to find both intensely and erotically attractive." Satana smiles with teeth flashing like those of a carnivore ready to feast. "After all congress is at its best when it's not only the body being ... teased." Lois gets a slow wink before Satana turns her attention back to Emma. "Emma here understands that as well as I do," she says, picking up one of the champagnes and holding it up in a silent toast Emma's way before drinking it. Her gaze then sweeps over the party. "I believe it was ... I want to say Arthur Compton? ... who said that it's not a party until someone has spilled a drink on the wrong person, someone has fondled the wrong person, someone has said that which should remain unspoken, and someone has discovered that which only the dead may know." Beat. "Will this be a party, Emma? Or a gathering?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Laughs brightly." This is the hellfire club. It's whatever we want, " She says softly as she starts to move from the luxurious entrance to bring the ladies to another area. Moving to sit and motioned for them to join her.      She looks to Satana. "What sort of party did you have in mind? Don't forget poor Lois might not be able to keep up with your tastes, dear " .      She pauses for a moment. "But she is correct that red dress really suits you miss lane, tell me, what are you researching these days?" .
Lois Lane	"Human trafficking," replies Lois calmly. She settles into her spot, looking at Satana suspiciously. If the woman was dangerous on her feet, the reporter suspects she'll be far more deadly with a table involved. She leaves a polite distance between herself and Emma. Satana and Miss Frost may focus on each other.     She looks around, curious. She notes who is here, who she knows, who she does not. Probably a fair mix of each. The rich and powerful, those she will know.     "Oh, and I can certainly keep up, but there are a variety of pleasures that I have no interest in. I am on the straight and narrow, after all. I'm a girl scout at heart."
Satana Hellstrom	"I remember my stint in the girl scouts," Satana says with fond reminiscence in her voice. "I was ejected for moral turpitude." Because of course she was. Satana chooses her seated position in between Emma and Lois, a space technically a wee tad too small for someone to sit, necessitating her leaning Lois' way to the right, casually draping an arm behind her and over her far shoulder, hand dangling dangerously low without actually touching while, due to a paucity of space, having to raise her left leg to rest atop Emma's right knee. "Ah, perfect. Very cosy. So, yes, the girl scouts. They didn't appreciate the skills I was teaching the rest of my troop when we were out at camp." She lets that sit a moment, to take another mouthful of the champagne, savouring its taste and sensation. "It wasn't my fault the summoning of a sylph accidentally brought in a major wind spirit. And we could have fixed up the cabin." Beat. "I'll bet you were thinking of a different form of moral turpitude, weren't you Lois?" Even this demon princess' *laugh* sounds wicked!
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Chuckles and smirks. " Greedy " is all she says before she looks over and nods to Lois. "Human trafficking is a dirty, nasty business, but it's a show of how much evil humans can inflict on themselves. " She sniffs but clearly speaks as if she doesn't find herself part of that group.      She taps her lovely chin." I could help if you wish, but I don't know if you want to get help from my kind after all. "      as for satana she gets a leg pat softly ' I was a girl scout, I always won when selling cookies ' .
Lois Lane	Lois seems less then pleased in this rather uncomfortable position. "Really, Satana, this is a less fun than I had imagined you would come up with." She will move to get herself out of this situation. A bit more space for Satana to get creative with, potentially.     "Why would I turn away any valid source?" asks Lois. She looks over Emma, now quite intrigued. "I do not judge you based on how you dress, Miss Frost. Nor do I even judge Satana by her inability to keep her hands off of me. I have learned to look for what is good in people, you could say."
Satana Hellstrom	"Oh, Lois, you're so kind. I am feeling somewhat fatigued. It's so kind of you!" And with that Satana shifts on the couch, resting her head on Lois' lap, peering upware over her form to the face. (And yes, she's watching the face with only a few momentary flicks of the eyes to ... other attributes.) Of course the position forces the leg hanging over Emma's to cross the lap entirely. She then looks around at the gathering from her new perspective. "Let's see if we can't switch this into party mode," she says, and under her breath speaks a few syllables while pointing at an attendee. An attendee who suddenly, while picking up one of the endlessly-flowing flutes of champagne, stumbles into the serving girl and causes the entire try to fall down in the lap of a notoriously prickly socialite dowager. "There we go: the spilled drink. Only three more steps to go before we have a real party!"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost She laughs to herself and sighs, but she pats those legs again, giving them a squeeze. But she glances as Satana starts the fun, and the old lady loses her mind.      She looks to Satana. " Don't pull us in, is all. "She looks back to Lois. " You sure us mutants aren't viewed very well by most media, you know." she lifts a perfect eyebrow " In fact I'd say theirs more attention and praise given to aliens then mutants "
Lois Lane	Lois laughs at Satana's antics. Well, the part where she suddenly has the woman's head rest in her lap. "My, but you are a handful, dear," she says softly. "But I have to keep you safe, even from yourself, you know." With actual affection (just not /that/ kind of affection) she strokes Satana's hair.     "Oh, I think there are a variety of reasons for the bad press on mutants. That is not to say it is right or fair. It has to do with the guy in charge." Lois is just powerful enough to insult Jonah without fear. "In charge for now, anyway. He seems to be big on hate and paranoia. But some of us... we just crave the truth, even when it isn't so neat and tidy a narrative."     She looks from Emma to Satana and goes on. "Some people are very complicated, but still deserve empathy and acceptance." Even if they grab her butt when she's not looking.
Satana Hellstrom	"I'll take your request into account, Emma," Satana says with a chuckle. "I'm notoriously out of control, however." There's a peculiar expression on her face whe Lois starts stroking her head, the mischief vanishing and instead something more pensive entering her eyes. For a moment. Then she's back. The subtle distance. The vague cynicism. The manipulative minx. "I like to think I have good insight into human behaviour," she says, addressing both Lois and Emma, it seems. "And I think the anti-mutant forces are rather similar to the bigotry against my kind. Humankind fears the 'other'. All the bad deeds done by said 'other' are amplified in their mind, to justify that fear, while all the good deeds are reduced in emphasis or straight-up denied. This feeds into a circle of fear and causes atrocity. And of course the targets of that fear and those atrocities then enter their own little spiral." She shrugs (and it's clear she's watching something of Lois' that isn't her face while she does that jostling, as if looking for movement). "It's all the same to me. Those atrocities are sins which means I get more servants." And yet ... somewhere in that (literal) devil-may-care voice there's a hint of sadness.
Lois Lane	To a passerby, the scene with the women might look like many things. But Lois gives off no air of interest in debauchery, at least. She will keep combing her fingers through Satana's hair. "I should have brought a proper brush. I could have given you a good hundred strokes. It's very good for your hair."     The topic, though, is more serious, and she will attend to it. "There are so many reasons for hatred. Fear is generally the core of it. But we all scare a bit easier than we should. And we struggle to dispel fear save in the worst of ways." She sighs gently. "And one of those aliens truly helped me learn how to fight my way through it."     Lois looks thoughtful. "Well, not just an alien." She smiles at Emma, "This one in my lap taught me far more than she realizes, too. The heart is a far more complex organ than I realized." She smiles down at Satana. Who is... probably staring at her bosom. Sigh. "You are one of the most remarkable people I've met, dear. And I say that honestly, with no improper motives."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Smirks, she doesn't move, but somebody walks over and hands her a silver handmade brush that she slides over to Lois without saying a word.      she nods to the words said about fear and looks at Sanata. "True, we all have our good and dark side ". she pauses. ' Would you ladies like something to eat or a diffrent drink ? " she motions, and her favorite drink is brought over.
Satana Hellstrom	"I'm well-fed," Satana says languidly. "There's no dang..." She pauses and flicks a glance at Lois' face before continuing on a different tangent. "No danger of my emptying your kitchen." Good save. Barely noticeable. Right? She reluctantly raises herself from Lois' lap, seating herself properly between the women. "It's hard to eat while lying down, however, unless Lois is willing to hand-feed me, which I suspect would be a line she would not cross." Her eyes flick over to Lois again, this time with amusement. "She has so many lines. Such a pity." Turning her attention to Emma again, she asks, "What sorts of appetites can your kitchen fill?" And on the dance floor another kerfuffle brews up as a man slides up behind a woman, reaching around to cup her before realizing to his shock that this was NOT in fact his date, but rather another person wearing a similar gown. The short brawl that erupts attracts Satana's attention, causing her to clap her hands with glee. "That's the second Compton Prerequisite met! We're on our way to a real party!"
Lois Lane	Lois eyes the brush with true regret. Something has caught her attention though. The demon of work. It is not necessarily obvious to others, but she has been watching someone. And he is just leaving the club now.     "I hope next time I will get to enjoy your hospitality more. And put that brush to good use." She rises and, after a moment, leans down to kiss the top of Satana's head. "You two have a wonderful night, and try to stay safe. If you do get in trouble that you cannot or would prefer not to handle, though, call me." As for what kind of trouble that might be, she will not guess. It almost certainly has nothing to do with physical prowess or the like, though. Her pen is deadly on its own.     Satana already knows her contact info, but Emma is given Lois' card. Not the business kind. This one has all her personal contact information on it. "Truly, it was a pleasure. Until next time."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost She smiles like she knows why Lois is really leaving, but she doesn't let on. " Such a shame, dear, your company is lovely, so if you wish, you may come back and enjoy all that the Hellfire club can offer you. " She grins      She looks to Satana. "Shall we see about making that party happen, or do you have something else in mind, perhaps more entertaining in nature? "      She starts to tug at her finger. It seems she's removing those opera gloves for right now, slowly pulling them off her long, shapely arms.
Satana Hellstrom	Satana watches Lois leave with a broad smirk on her face. "She has the most intriguing blend of naive innocence and hard-as-nails toughness." Beat. "And she looks good coming or going." She resettles in the couch, turning toward Satana to put her full attention on the reigning ice queen. "I think I'll sponsor her into the club. And fry the souls of any who try to blackball her membership." Somehow, perhaps disturbingly, the matter-of-fact way she talks of frying souls suggests that she means it literally. "There's only two steps before the party is complete," she then continues, reaching into her outfit ... which has somehow turned into a near-clone of Emma's, albeit in glossy red patent leather instead of white, with some little decorative enhancements that evoke, without being explicit, demonic presence. Yes, complete with the opera gloves. From her decolletage she pulls out what looks for all the world like ... a cybernetic ... insect. A medium-sized glossy black beetle, in fact, with electronic parts grafted on haphazardously. "I think we can arrange the third step now. Who here is most likely to drunkenly spill secrets to impress a sexual conquest?" Her eyes scan the room before they settle on a rotund, sweaty man with unpleasantly blotchy pale skin. One William Phelps. An up-and-coming "new money" boor. Complete malice spreads over her face. "That one." Two words filled with anticipation and loathing at the same time. Pulling out her oversized "phablet"-grade telephone (from ... where? ... there's just no room in her outfit to hold it without it being obvious!) she activates it and taps the beetle against its screen. "OK, I've paired it with bluetooth. Now let's see if I can't take over your sound system a moment." She pulls up an app that makes her phone glow with baleful red/orange light. Light that quickly coalesces into a small ball that flies to the ceiling, expanding around a speaker and then sinking into it. "OK, I'm paired with the speakers. No go my little darling. Spill his secrets!" The beetle is set to flight, bumbling clumsily through the crowd before landing on her target's back. "Now let's wait for him to be foolish while trying to impress the ... that's one of the club's call girls is it not?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost laughs. "Yes, that's Kim; she's one of the party favors we have here; she's now paying for her school. She plays her part," she says simply.      She smirks. " After all, just lust isn't a sin..as long as it's mutual. " She crosses those long legs of hers as she watches; she's interested in what Satana is doing after all .      she thinks " What was the last requirement again? "
Satana Hellstrom	Satana's phone starts replaying a voice. Phelps'. "Honey, you have no idea. I've got everybody sewn up." The look of triumph on Satana's face would chill most. A quick tap of her finger and Phelps' voice plays over the speakers, filling the room. "Like Ashti, the SEC oversight committee head? He's on my payroll; lets me get away with anything. Thinks he's my friend, all the time I'm schtupping his piece of meat...wife...behind his back. I got power, I'm sayin', babe, and maybe you want a part of it." The girl, to her professional credit, manages to look not repulsed, even though a skilled reader of body language (Satana) or minds (Emma) could easily read the disgust in her thoughts. "The last one was someone discovering that which only the dead may know..." Satana murmurs quietly to Emma, leaning in closer to make herself heard over the broadcast boasting. Phelps continues to talk, incriminating himself even more, with detailed descriptions of flagrant crimes both against the law and, in the case of discussing the SEC guy's wife, crimes against nature, leaving the succubus practically squirming with glee on the sofa. "Oh, and there's the fourth step!" she adds, briefly hugging Emma in her joy, then pointing to an angry-looking man who looks very much like the kind who would be working for the SEC. "He looks like he has murder in his eye..."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost Chuckles softly as she sends a command, she lets Satana hear it .oO Put a flintlock near him and move in after Oo. A little telepathic thought and one of the guards leave a flintlock loaded within reach.      After all, it's his choice to move or not. She's just enjoying the show. She waves and pulls Satana over to wrap her arms around the other woman so they can watch the show together.      One fire, one nice pair of beauty, and both deadly.
Satana Hellstrom	Knowing with almost certainty how this will play out, Satana only glances occasionally in the direction of the building drama, preferring instead the drama building up next to her. Her advances on Emma are as inexorable as they are subtle. If Emma didn't have the forewarning of her thoughts--she still hasn't figured out that Emma does this, though there's niggling suspicions at the back of her mind--she might find it a bit surprising when at the end of the advances there's lips nibbling lightly on her earlobe, hot air being sent in blasts from nostrils that tickle her neck. She might find it shocking that somehow, without any clear memory of how, her arms and legs are entwined with the demon's. That one hand is cupping something it shouldn't be out in public view. That the other is slightly scratching patterns down the flesh of her back with sharp nails that have the pressure exquisitely balanced between the chill sensations of pleasure and the sharp sensations of pain. All this would come as a surprise to those who can't read minds. And yet, even those who can read minds might find it odd that nobody is paying any mind to the seduction being so openly performed before them. Seduction of one nigh-legendery beauty by another. Of course some of this (but not all!) can be attributed to the drama unfolding. "PHELPS!" The man who is likely the aforementioned "Ashti" calls out the name of his 'friend' whose boasts and put-downs have been broadcast in ways that are intolerable to all but the most inhumanly level-headed people. He is seething, the very personification of Wrath. And when he spots a flintlock, clearly prepared for use on a bannister table near him, he picks it up. The loud bang. The smoke. The flash. All add up together to a murder attempt. And given the blackened-but-suddenly-spreading red hole in Phelps' vest, his suit jacket open, it's clear that the attempt was successful. Not that Satana cares much. It's that kind of party now and she has her playmate. The lips start moving down.