A/N: I'm revamping this story! I'm want to make this story 50k or more. Not TOO much should change, but be on the lookout :)

Emma Swan was living in downtown New York city as a performance artist. She felt strongly about women's rights; how men and women should be equal. When she performed she would never give scripted speeches, she would always speak from the heart. It was truly a passion of hers. In her spare time, the twenty-eight year old loved painting and playing her cello. Emma was a pretty serious person half the time, but had a huge flirtatious streak. She had a performance tonight on women and sexuality, mainly on BDSM. She was expecting a good amount of people to show up to her performance tonight from her promotion on Facebook. She was planning on dressing up in full dominatrix attire. Leather outfit, a whip, chains, empowering women to take charge in the bedroom; that women deserve to take charge of their partners.

She was going to be assisted with her best friend Killian. He was a performance artist as well and they had done many performances in the past. She warned him it was going to be intense, but he reminded her that he knew what he was getting himself into. He was also an aspiring actor and painter on the side. You could say anything to do with the arts was his life. He was currently in school at the New York Film Academy. However, Killian and Emma met when he tried to get her number when he went ran into her at a coffee shop. The blonde had a hearty laugh, bought him a cappuccino, sat him down then proceeded to politely tell him she was extremely gay. This had caught him by surprise, but regardless, they became the best of friends.

The performance was taking place in Central Park. Projectors had been set up behind the stage and speakers on the edge. The had set up a curtain so Emma could walk out of the curtain when the lights were going to fade out so she could 'appear'.

"Oh my God! EM! Guess who is going to be at this performance tonight?!" her roommate Ruby exclaimed as she closed the curtain to the stage, trying to control her excitement.

"Who?" Emma was trying finishing the final touches of her make-up.

"Regina Mills!"

As Emma finished applying her bright red lipstick, her mouth popped opened.. "Not THE Regina Mills?!" she quickly stood to her feet. "How do you know?"

"Because she's sitting in the front row!" Ruby had been peaking out the stage curtain for a couple of minutes before she had noticed Regina.

"The same Regina Mills that gave ten grand to Mary Margret because of her painting on 'The Story of Life'?"

"Yes! The same one!" Ruby walked back over to the curtain as she peered through once more.

"Holy shit!" Emma began panicking for a moment. The woman was well known in the city and most definitely known in the art world. "I definitely am going to try to get her attention tonight."

"Dude, she's hot."

Emma came up behind Ruby to see if Regina Mills was indeed 'hot'. She was wearing black slacks, a maroon button up shirt, a tan scarf, and a black blazer in black heels. She really was attractive. The blonde's heart began pounding in her chest. However, Emma was even more impressed when she noticed how many people were in the park.

"How do I look Rubes?" Flashing her arms out in a theatrical manner.

Ruby stared Emma up and down. She was wearing all black leather, tall back boots, had a chain for a belt that attached to her handcuffs, her hair was in a tight pony tail, and bright red lipstick.

"Hot as hell! I would let you bound me up in chains anytime!"

"Ha! You've got jokes now!" Emma chuckled. She turned in the mirror to check herself out once more. She was pretty impressed with how she looked. Her confidence shone as she stood more confidently. Emma, then checked her phone. "Well, I guess I better start getting ready mentally. I've got twenty minutes left before the performance starts and I need to be ready."

"Alrighty, I'll be doing some finishing touches around the stage and make sure that everything is running smoothly. I'll come get you when it's time."

She nodded, as she popped in her headphones as began listening to her favorite rock band, Nightwish. She selected the song 'I Wish I had an Angel' from their 'Once' album. It was the perfect song for setting her mood. She needed to be erotic as well as completely confident. Not only did she had a ton of people waiting on her performance, but THE Regina Mills was here…front and center. She would need to be calm, cool and collected while on stage. She didn't want to ruin this perfect opportunity.

Emma's performance couldn't have gone any better. Killian admitted he was going to be sore tomorrow, and Emma confirmed that he probably was since she didn't hold back anything. He smirked and told her it was for a good cause and he also somewhat enjoyed it. But now will probably take out his sexual frustration with his girlfriend Tink. Her real name was Tara, but he said she looked more like a sweet, sassy fairy like Tinkerbell, so he called her Tink.

She talked about how women shouldn't have to be step ford wives or girlfriends anymore. That it was okay to bring some kink into the bedroom and spank your partner if they've been a little naughty. She spoke about how far they've come in this society and shouldn't be held back. She demonstrated how to bond a man properly, whip him without bleeding, gagging, and of course the right words for humiliation. She tried to ignore the regal woman sitting in the front, her eyes never leaving Emma. It made her feel overheated, making her feel restricted in her tight attire.

At the end of the performance, she received many "thank you's" as well as "that was an amazing performance!" and of course the "do you do this for a living?" As she was about to get ready to change, Ruby told her she had a guest that wanted to speak with her privately. Ruby had a huge smirk on her face but didn't say anything more. Emma rolled her eyes dramatically, figuring it was another freak going to ask her if she wanted to come over later. She had received this question multiple times as she watched everyone leave the park.

"What a performance Miss…?" a husky toned voice spoke.

"Swan. And thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it Miss…" Emma turned. "Mills!" she tried to retain her excitement. She had the richest artist collectors in her shitty dressing room, and the hottest. "May I asked what peaked your interest?"

"Well I do love a good performance," pausing for a moment as she stalked closer to the blonde. "As well as art of course." Regina sat down on the chair next to Emma, who was standing right next to her. She was close. Too close. "But I liked your speech on how women shouldn't be afraid the best. Not to hide from anything anymore. I think women should run the world personally." she chuckled.

Emma let out a small snicker and nodded. "Don't we all. It would be a much better place." she began to take off her lipstick and boots. She noticed Regina regarding her intently, she shifted uncomfortably. "Is there anything in particular you would like to talk about Miss. Mills?"

"Yes actually," Regina Mills was a bold person, what she wanted, she got. She liked what she saw and wanted to get to know this Emma Swan better. Her performance had made her extremely hot and bothered. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the Museum of Sex Friday evening. I would love to hear your opinions of the artwork."

Emma's emerald eyes bolted upward. "You want ME to go with you to a Sex Museum!" she shirked. "You don't even know me!"

"I know," she chuckled darkly. "Which will make it more interesting don't you think?" Regina stood, leaning in a little closer to Emma, forcing her to back up against the dresser. Emma immediately started breathing heavily. This woman was sex on legs, just dripping with sexuality. "What's the matter, dear? You look a bit uncomfortable."

"Yeah," the blonde chocked, "This outfit is starting to constrict me." she meant to say more but got distracted when Regina licked her lips. Her reaction to Regina wasn't like her. This is how SHE made women act. Was she doing this on purpose? She wanted to regain some control, but it's as if Regina had her under a spell.

"Well, why don't you get changed. Shall I see you this Friday then?" Regina stepped away. Emma felt like she could breathe again.

"Uh, yeah. Of course. What time?"

"6 O'clock sharp. I don't like it when people are late so please prompt Miss Swan."

Emma shuddered at her saying it like that. Normally it would have pissed her off, but when she said it, it made her insides twirl. "Of course Miss Mills."

"Please call me Regina. Oh, and here is my card. It has my number on it if you need anything." she paused for a moment, grazing her eyes at Emma's toned body up and down. "And I do mean anything."

Emma had gained some of her self confidence back, she felt she was able to bite back. "Oh will do Regina, I will text you when I get home, when I'm undressed and comfortable in bed." she winked. "So you will have my number naturally."

Regina bit her lip. She normally didn't act this way, but Emma's performance had her feeling some type of way. The way she spoke so passionately, performed so intently, and of course her outfit. There was something definitely there that she just needed to meet Emma immediately. If she were going off impulse, she would have taken Emma right here, right now. But she needed to be sensible. There was more, but the most prominent at the moment was the sexual tension.

"Have a nice night Miss Swan. I will be awaiting on your text to know you're home safe." The brunette sashayed out of the changing room, leaving the blonde light headed.

She couldn't believe the type of reaction Regina got out of her. No one had ever made her feel this way. She was going to be more prepared come this Friday. Both physically and flirtatiously.