X-Men: The Beginnings of Corruption

"Who are all these people?" Jean asked.

"Don't worry about them, they're just the line." Rogue smiled back at her. "Ah'm the star attraction here."

There were two doors up ahead, at the end of the crammed corridor. One had the crowd filing into it in a straight line—all men, Jean saw. The other only opened when Rogue arrived. Jean giggled as they flowed inside together, equally weightless, two snowflakes on a stiff breeze.

She didn't feel stuffy or boring or prudish, or any of the other insinuations Emma made about her. She felt like she shared a secret. Like she had a sister in Rogue, her co-conspirator. She and her mutant sister were going to do something illegal... immoral... lustful.

Jean couldn't wait.