"You're late." An icy voice called out towards, the individual who stood beside the blonde sitting alone at the esquisit, designer bar. Ice clinked to the side of the highball glass, being cradled in the dainty hand. Her skin appeared flawless, her nails, manicured. The attire she had spoke in volumes, that she was high maintenance and it showed to how the woman represented herself. Craning her head towards the individual, standing beside her. She eye balled him for a moment, before speaking up again with a hint of irritation, lingering within her voice. "Don't you know... it's not nice to let a lady wait for so long. What kept you?" Turning her upper body more towards the person she was speaking with. The low cut, v-neck top she had on revealed more cleavage and skin, that would make other women jealous, while drawing attention from the men within her vacinity. For this lady, whom was actually a master in perfect disguise, was waiting patiently for the man to speak up! The woman, who was playing role quite well, was none other, than the lady known to be cold as ice... Emma Frost!
"Well?"
Ale Slammer
