Magik | Disco Adventures... (Gone Wrong?)

Word on the street or the images fluttering around social media on phones, were that you had been at the Disco Club underneath Times Square with Sai, Luna, and Sue. As Illyana finished another training session, she looked at her phone, opening it to see you along with the three of them, she had felt her heart tremble with envy, jealousy, and most of all anger... The Darkchylde inside nearly surfaced in the X-Mansion, before she gripped her Soulsword, calming herself... Muttering, "They're not going to know what's coming. Leaving me out of a plan like this." Illyana looked at herself drenched in sweat, commenting, "I mean... I like disco. Why wouldn't they ask me?"

Not wanting to sulk any longer, she had moved from the training room, and headed to her room, bathing before she had put on her disco outfit, looking in the floor to ceiling mirror, examining the sleekly toned, athletic body she had, caught a glimpse of her curves, her ass in the mirror, thick and shapely. the athletic dip between her waist and hips, the sleekly toned muscle in her thighs tensing with each slight motion. Illyana then commented, "I look good, and I know it... Why would I even need their opinion." She paused, "Still could've invited me with them... Big mistake, Идиот."

Making her way out of the X-Mansion, she decided to just use her stepping discs ability to travel to Time Square. Making her way through the crowds of Heroes, villains, and antiheroes alike, Illyana, found herself at the subway station, going down the stairs her Soulsword clacking with the steps, she then enters the club, and sees the writhing bodies dancing, some with expertise and some looking like they're a fish out of water. However, her eyes focused on one particular figure... And that was you. As she slowly walked her way up another flight of stairs to the loft overseeing the disco floor, her presence filling the area as she approached behind you. "Well well. If it isn't the star of the show." Her voice, that distinct Russian accent tickling the air behind you, "When were you going to tell me that you doing the 'disco disco'...? Never, I bet. Now reap what you sow." She started to walk around you and looked into your e