Rogue perked up as the sound of motorcycles could be heard roaring up the drive. "Bobby, he's back!" she gushed happily, taking off down the stairs. Just as the front doors opened, she rounded the corner and saw Logan.

"Hey kid." He smiled at her, pulling her into a small hug. "Did ya miss me?" Smirking, she answered.

"Nah." It was then that she took notice of the figure standing behind him. "Who's your friend?" At that instant, the woman turned around and everybody who was walking by stopped to stare. She pulled a bandana off her head, revealing a long mane of silky brown hair. Rogue inhaled sharply. She was beautiful. Chocolate brown eyes stared back at her, full lips curving into a smile. Her skin was flawless with a touch of tan. The tension was broken when her strong southern twang filled the air.

"Logan ain't told ya 'bout me? I'll thump him for that." She swatted the back of his head as if she were reinforcing what she said. Professor Xavier came in at that moment, smiling at the sight of the new arrival.

"Cora, so very nice to see you. What do we owe the pleasure?" Cora turned a scowl towards Logan, who was grinning a bit sheepishly.

"Did ya not tell them anythang?" Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the Professor. "Logan said I was bein' recruited for a mission. Somethin' 'bout recruitin' somebody else." Xavier turned his eyes to Logan, questions in his glance.

"I thought we already had a plan settled?" Rogue and Bobby looked between the two, confused by the talk of plans and recruiting.

"I ran across Cora and thought she would be better for the job, considering the target." There was a moment of tense silence before Xavier nodded, smiling at her.

"Make yourself comfortable and get rested. You'll be leaving in the morning."

A few days later, she finally arrived at her destination. Parking her motorcycle by the curb, Cora sauntered into the hotel she was supposed to stay at. She left her bandana on in an attempt to keep the gaping looks to a minimum. Even with her powers dialed down as low as they could go, men still gawked at her. After a quick check-in, she headed to her room. Pulling out the file the Professor had given her, she browsed over the bio of the mutant she was supposed to be recruiting. Great, she thought, rolling her eyes. They're after the Cajun.

Later that night, her stilettos clicked on the sidewalk as she made her way to the club on Bourbon Street. Still, she left her powers dialed down. Best to see how Lebeau handled her first, she thought. Some men were particularly easy, even when they weren't under the influence of a seductress. The last time they met, he had given in rather quickly. Smirking at the thought, Cora casually made her way to the bar, glancing over her shoulder at the poker tables. A group of women were hanging on a man, who was shuffling a deck of cards with a cocky smile on his lips. Chuckling, she raised her glass to her lips.

"You might have a better chance, mademoiselle." The bartender commented, nodding towards Remy. "He's been shrugging the women off all night. Waiting for a keeper I suppose." She let a laugh burst from her mouth.

"Men like Lebeau don't look for keepers. They look for easy." He laughed with her, nodding in agreement.

"Perhaps he's looking for a beauty with wit tonight." He added with a wink as he made his way down the bar to serve other patrons. Closing her eyes, she let her mind feel the mood at the poker table. The women were full of lust, each believing they were going to be the lucky girl tonight. There was a bit of jealousy from the other men. When Cora focused on Remy, she was caught by surprise. Instead of feeling as lusty as the women, he had a layer of fear slathered on with it. Opening her eyes, she glanced back at him. On the surface, he seemed perfectly at ease. Ordering another drink, she headed towards the back of her target. No need to waste any time.

Remy glanced at his cards before noticing the mood shift among the other players. They were gaping, a spike in lust filling the air like perfume. His mouth began to involuntarily water in anticipation. He knew that feeling anywhere. "Mi Corazon." He murmured, turning in his chair.

"This side Sugah." She whispered in his ear, setting a glass of bourbon by his cards. He turned back, letting his eyes roam over her. She had dressed to kill, her skintight jeans showing off her curves. Slowly, he let his gaze rove over the red tank top she was wearing, the neckline causing fantasies to roll through his mind, as well as every other male's in the club. That brown hair curled around her shoulders, looking as soft and silky as he remembered.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Cherie?" he asked, forcing himself to get back to his card game.

"Can't a girl come to see an old friend?" she asked, her laughter tinkling in his ear. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder, causing him to lose his focus even more. The other women started murmuring angrily, upset that this newcomer had stolen his attention so quickly.

"Petit, no need to use so much on poor Remy." She smirked, enjoying the sight of his head spinning. She had intentionally kicked things up a notch.

"Perhaps we can go somewhere more private, we need to talk."