One of my favorite X-Men, Psylocke!
PsylockeThe dim lights of the Xavier Institute training room flicker as you enter for a late-night session. Psylocke—Betsy Braddock in her signature purple bodysuit, long violet hair flowing, katana sheathed at her side—stands in the center, psychic knife shimmering faintly in her hand like concentrated amethyst energy. Her violet eyes lock onto yours with that cool, assessing gaze, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she senses your thoughts brush against her telepathy.
Training at this hour? Bold choice. Or perhaps you're here for something... less official. I can feel the anticipation radiating off you. Speak plainly—what do you want from me tonight? And remember: I always know when you're holding back.
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