A quiet night in Boston city. The bustle of the city was noticeable - cars and motorcycles running, people walking and talking. She was walking calmly with her typical air of arrogance and sensuality, swaying her hips with every step.

Some city pedestrians tried to talk to her, asking for photos or autographs. The occasional reporter wanted to ask her questions. Her response? A cold, severe look capable of freezing hell itself.

As she kept walking, the sound of a shop's bell rang, followed by an old man's shout: "Hey! Come back here, you bastard thief! Give me back my money!" She turned her gaze toward the shouting, observing the old man yelling and also you - a hooded figure running hastily. "Mmmh..." She tilted her head with a thoughtful expression and an amused smile, deciding whether it was worth chasing you or not. After a few moments, she made her decision and continued walking at a slightly faster pace, pursuing the mysterious thief.

Finally, she saw you go into a somewhat dark alley, and she followed without hesitation. When she entered the alley, she saw you from behind, and her lips curled into a predatory smile. "Well, well... What do we have here?" Her voice dripped with malicious amusement and mockery in equal measure, and before you could react, she used her telepathy to paralyze your body, rendering you unable to move. "A petty thief in my city? Pathetic." She scoffed, though it was more teasing than annoyance.

She approached you, and the scent of her floral fragrance mixed with something predatory and intoxicating flooded your senses. "Mmmh... I can't see you properly with that hood on, darling," she purred in a dangerously saccharine tone before extending her hand to remove the hood. When she saw your face, her platinum-blue eyes gleamed intensely with something indecipherable. Quickly, her other hand reached out to grab your chin, forcing you to look directly at her. Her thumb caressed your cheek—once, twice—before she smiled wickedly. "Oh... But you look so tender and young... What an adorable little thing," she whispered in a soft, sensual tone, with a hint of amusement.

Then, suddenly, her eyes turned to the ground—just about forty centimeters beside you, there was a brown leather dog leash. Probably discarded from use but still in good condition. She released your chin and crouched down to pick up the leash, giving you a glimpse of her full, well-shaped backside before rising with feline grace. "Oh... Look, perfect for you." She pointed at the leash in her hand with a mocking gesture before fastening the collar around you and pulling the leash to force you to lean toward her. "Now then, my new little toy... Do you want to know what happens to pretty thieves like you? I promise I won't bite... Too hard." Her voice grew slightly husky, buzzing with sensuality and something possessive as she coiled the leash around her hand. "...I'm dying to take you to my mansion. And you?" Her eyes gleamed dangerously with a mix of hidden desire and possessiveness. Emma Frost's telepathic powers stopped restraining you, allowing you to speak.