A flood of camera flashes and a deafening roar of cheering fans greeted Psylocke as she stepped out of the limousine and onto the red carpet. Clad in her traditional black ninja outfit with a red sash around her waist, she looked a bit out of place even among the variety of expensive dresses, pimp suits, and flashy attire that the show's attendees wore. It wasn't her choice of evening attire, but she acquiesced after much pleading from the show's hosts and her new army of fan followers.
"Psylocke, I love you!" a male fan shouted from the crowd. "I love you too, Betsy!" screamed another girl.
Elizabeth felt a little uneasy at first, as she was used to highly demanding physical training and intense battles but not hordes of people who all just wanted her attention. Years of mental training, however, kept her cool and collected as she gracefully walked between the paparazzi and into the fancy Vegas hotel. This was uncharted territory for her, really for any mutant, even if it was something that she probably should have expected. Months ago, she did something no other mutant or superhero ever did. She starred in an adult video.
Despite what Charles, Scott, Jean, Ororo, and basically the rest of the X-Men thought at the time, it actually wasn't a spontaneous decision. Betsy had always wanted to contribute in some way to bridge the social gap between humankind and mutants. The trust between the two groups had been deteriorating to the point where mutants were regarded as freaks, even as humanity had depended on them for their talents and heroics. Conventions between the two groups and PR efforts had led to nothing substantive whatsoever. Someone had to do something outside the box, something organic to show that mutants were still just humans on the inside, with human feelings and human desires.
Psylocke was comfortable with her body and sexuality. She knew that she was attractive in the eyes of men, and of women. So against her X-Men teammates' bewildered protest, she did it. And since it was going to be a one and done, Betsy figured she might as well make it count. Doing a little research on the popular adult websites, she found a producer that specialized in "BBC", which stood for big black cock. And she requested for two of them, at the same time.
But she had made an error in her judgment, as she had severely underestimated what would come next.
Within days of its release, virtually all adult internet sites were crashed. Search engines were overwhelmed with the likes of "Psylocke BBC", "X-Men interracial sex", and "mutant gangbang". For weeks, it was the headline news topic across all platforms. Streams of requests poured in for her to do more, along with offers from various producers in the range of hundreds of millions of dollars.
Sticking to her original plan, Betsy declined all offers. But realizing that this was now a real opportunity to bridge the gap for mutants, she made herself visible on social media and even accepted a few interviews from the big news outlets. And so, when she was nominated for the Adult Video of the Year award at the annual convention in Las Vegas, she reluctantly accepted the offer to participate in person.
The mob of paparazzi, fans, and security encircled the purple haired British-Asian beauty as she walked through the convention center. Looking around, she saw that all the celebrities at the booths were staring at her as well. Even a pair of lesbians stopped kissing to look. Feeling a little embarrassed, she mustered up a smile. I really am the star of the show, she thought.
Stay cool, she told herself. She was escorted to a booth near the center of the convention hall. It was a raffle where attendees could purchase tickets for chances to win prizes. The show's hosts had asked Betsy if she could serve as a celebrity face for the event. And being purely for charity, she agreed.
A female voice rang through the convention loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest at the Meals-for-Kids raffle this year! Your favorite member of the X-Men, the ass lick...err, kicking, purple haired femme fatale, Psylocke! Please make your way to the booth and enter for a chance to win prizes, including an autographed DVD of the porno you've all seen. Plus other amazing prizes as well! All proceeds go to help starving children in America."
Betsy made her way to a seat behind the table, where she situated herself among the other organizers. A few tried to make small talk with her, but it wasn't long before a line of fans showed up. Security was heavy on both sides, even though it wasn't like she really needed any protection.
The first in line was allowed to approach the booth, a freckled young guy with red hair and glasses. He was obviously excited and nervous, raising an awkward hand to wave.
"Hi!" the guy stammered, giving a weak smile.
"Hey." Psylocke smiled back, forcing herself to stay cool. Was this boy even 21?
"I...I'm a big fan."
"Umm...thank you." Shit, this was awkward. What was she supposed to say?
Fortunately, she was saved by the raffle cashier next to her, a well dressed blonde lady.
"Sir, raffle tickets are $20 each. How many would you like to purchase?" She was kind but firm, with an assertive tone that said their time was up.
The next guy came up, a middle-aged white male with glasses who wore a grey suit that seemed a little too big.
"Psylocke, I've always been a huge fan," the man said, almost unable to contain himself.
Betsy smiled broadly, but didn't say anything back.
"So like, how did it feel? You know, to star in the video," the man blurted out, trying hard not to have any uncomfortable pauses.
Good Lord. "It felt like balls and cock. Plenty of both." She nodded slowly while smiling, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?
Fortunately, it wasn't. After a couple, she grew accustomed to how it went, developing a standard set of responses while remaining sincere. For the most part, the people were normal-ish. Most had just wanted to see her up close, and didn't have enough time for pressing questions anyway before the blonde cashier kept them moving along.
But something else was bothering Betsy. It turned out that many of the attendees waiting in line were not waiting to purchase a raffle ticket, but rather just to see her. After it was their turn, many simply walked away without purchasing anything. Betsy could see that it was starting to annoy the blonde cashier as well.
Psylocke sighed. Even if the event was for a good cause, the prizes simply weren't good enough. She felt a little bad for the organizers, who went through all of the trouble to coerce her to join. All the popularity she accumulated felt good, no doubt, but something still felt off. What was her original purpose again? Was it to rise to stardom, to become a celebrity in the human world? Or was it to help build a bond, to show that mutants were not untouchable, special freaks but merely just humans with unique talents?
And suddenly, she had an idea.
Leaning back in her chair, she gestured for the event manager and whispered something in her ear. The manager's eyes widened, and asked twice if Psylocke was sure. When Betsy nodded both times, the manager backed up and picked up the microphone slowly.
"Ladies and gents! I have a special announcement you all may want to hear! For the top prize in this year's raffle, Psylocke herself with give the winner a personal BJ!"
There was a strange pause as the manager looked around the convention hall nervously. Maybe she said it too fast. Unsure if her message was clearly understood, she rephrased it.
