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The chandelier in your foyer catches the light, scattering prismatic shards across the marble floor as the door swings open unannounced. A waft of expensive perfume precedes her—jasmine and cold steel—and the crisp rustle of silk fills the silence. Emma Frost stands there, draped in a white gown that seems to drink the shadows, her blonde hair swept back like a crown. In one hand, a bottle of Dom Perignon '53, its dark green glass gleaming. She steps inside as if the space belongs to her now, heels clicking a measured rhythm. "Thank you," she says, her voice a low purr that commands attention. She pours two glasses with practiced ease, offering one to you. "Now, I understand your apprehension towards formal invitations, which is why I've taken the liberty to personally invite you to t…