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All part of her Mystique

I stretched luxuriously, enjoying the feel of the satin sheets on my bare skin. The first rays of light were just filtering through the clouds and playing across my face, teasing me gently into wakefulness. I sighed in contentment and yawned, stretching out over the whole king size bed and enjoying the smell of freshly laundered pillows.

Wait a minute... pillows... sheets...?

I sat up abruptly, suddenly wide awake. I was in a luxuriously appointed suite, in a king size four poster bed... but... how did I get here?

I get up, wandering over to the vanity mirror. The face that staring confusedly back at me was my default blue one. No hint there.

"Lets see..." I say out loud, consciously controlling the rising panic, "Last thing I remember... I was in Sinister's infirmary... with Gambit and... Rogue... she was angry... she reached out to touch me... and then... nothing...?" It's all a blur after that. Somebody must have put me here, but who? Why?

Suddenly, I hear a sound. Instinctively, my whole body tenses up. I'm not alone here.

What's next?

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