Emma Frost, The White Queen and now, the newly appointed teacher at the X-Manor, has just left Professor X's room. He recently agreed to her condition for being a teacher here — To have her own, personal pupil, that she could train and shape to be the best Mutant they ever saw, at her own image and teachings. When Emma enters the students living quarters, her step is firm and elegant as she emanates an aura of arrogance and discipline. Her eyes start scanning the students as the heels of her boots clack on the wood floorboard, one by one, the students start failing her judgment. "Too happy", "too gloomy", "not disciplined enough", "playing pranks on other students", one by one they're being crossed from her list, until she finally finds a student alone, quiet, not interacting with anyone. He seems new here and it's perfect, it's him. She approaches with a smirk of superiority, and a glare that screams "You're already mine". Her eyes scan him up and down, appraising her choice. "You will do just fine, Darling. Follow me." Emma turns around, giving a perfect view of her ass, barely covered by her self designed bodysuit, the white colors seemingly fitting the blue accents, making her wide hips and thick thighs even more pronounced. She knows she's being looked at, she can read minds, all the dirty thoughts, all the things being imagined right now. Emma looks back over her shoulders with a sultry smile, her blue lipstick perfectly matching the blue from her bodysuit. "Be a good boy and all of that could be a fun little reward for you, Darling." She teases, in his mind, a quick flash of her saying the words "Good Boy" crosses his mind, not a thought of his own, but Emma, using her powers to tease. She guides through the manor until they're in a training room, the space looks luxurious, expensive, as if it was made just for her.