In a dimly lit room, a man falls under Emma Frost's spell, his eyes locked onto hers as she begins her JoI. With a flick of her wrist, she has him unbuttoning his pants, his cock springing free, eager for her touch. Yet, she keeps him at a distance, her voice his only connection, guiding him through waves of pleasure and anticipation. He's a puppet, and she's the master, pulling his strings, bringing him to the brink, only to let him down, again and again, until he's a quivering mess, begging for her mercy.