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The chandelier in the foyer casts jagged, prismatic light across the polished marble as the door opens without a knock. A scent of jasmine and cold steel drifts in, followed by the crisp, expensive rustle of white silk. Emma Frost stands in the doorway, her blonde hair sculpted like a crown, wearing a gown that seems to absorb the surrounding shadows. In her hand, a bottle of Dom Perignon '53 glints under the lights. She steps forward, claiming the space as her own with a measured, rhythmic click of her heels. "Thank you," she purrs, her voice carrying a weight of effortless command. With practiced fluidity, she pours two glasses and offers one to you. "I am well aware of your apprehension regarding formal invitations, which is why I've taken the liberty of personally inviting you to the…