Cindy, though the choice was made for her.

Eliza scrambles for her keys, her mind somewhat fuzzy thanks to her aroused state. Fumbling with them for a few moments, she finally manages to open the door. Regardless of who she was going to pick, she wanted to at least change out of her work uniform. Unfortunately, Eliza's luck seemed to have something against her as Cindy happened to be in the main lobby. Sitting on a small fold up chair, Cindy's hard at work washing her clothes in the communal washing machine. Glancing at Eliza when she enters, she see's Eliza's beet red face and disheveled uniform and becomes concerned.

"You look terrible, is everything all right?" Cindy says standing up. Eliza, while not exactly what she had in mind, decided to role with what she was handed.

"I'm fine...I mean, no." Eliza looks at the ground, hugging her arms and trying to look as pathetic as possible. "D-do you have some time? I kinda need someone to talk to." Cindy walks up to Eliza, complete concern on her face.

"O-of course. Here, let's head up to my room." Eliza resists the urge to smile as Cindy buys into her ruse, hook, line, and sinker. Following Cindy up to her room, the realization kicks in. She is following her fellow classmate to their room, with the sole purpose of fucking her senseless to satisfy her own urge. Was she really any better then the molester?

Eliza isn't given much time to think if over as Cindy holds the door open, welcoming her into her apartment. Keeping up the facade from before, she trudges slowly through the door, holding a very weak smile. The first thing that hits Eliza is the smell. A small pillar of smoke rose from a tiny incense burner, causing the room to smell like a sweet apple orchard.

"Sorry 'bout the mess, wasn't really expecting company." Looking around the room, Eliza wonders why Cindy said the words in the first place. Other then a few dishes and some unorganized papers on a table, the place was almost spotless.

"It-it's fine. Thank you for...doing this. I know we don't know each other too well."

"Nonsense. I'm always happy to help." Cindy smiles, breaking eye contact to walk to the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable. Do you like tea?" Taking a seat on the couch, Eliza smiles as she answers.

"Yes please. I would love some." This was a total lie, but she wanted to be as polite as possible. After all, her goal is to sleep with her, so every little bit helps. Eliza watches as Cindy gets the tea ready, really taking in the sight. Though she knew who Cindy was, they never really talked besides some brief neighborly greetings. This was the first time Eliza got a good look at her, and damn, was it a sight to behold.

Cindy was maybe a year or so younger then her, but it didn't show in the looks department. Her long blonde hair fell to the small of her back, flowing gracefully with her movements. Eliza could make out a small hourglass figure through her baggy shirt. Though that's not what Eliza was focused on. The thing that had her full attention was her yoga pants wearing ass. Tight and firm, it was like it was ripped straight out of a magazine. But wait, wasn't she straight? At this point, not even Eliza knows as she stares down the attractive teen. Chalking it up to her arouse state and demonic urges, she puts it aside to simply enjoy the sight in front of her. Cindy turns around quickly, causing Eliza to break her stare.

"Sorry 'bout the wait. Here." Cindy holds out a steaming mug, which Eliza takes graciously. Taking a whiff, she holds her urge to recoil away. With a deep breath, she drinks a swig of the bittersweet liquid. It washes down like sandpaper in a glue factory. Not letting her disgust show, she places the mug down to look at Cindy. Eliza hesitates as she gazes into Cindy's bright blue eyes, was she always this attractive? Thankfully for Eliza, Cindy speaks the first words. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Almost forgetting that she was supposed to look distressed, Eliza quickly shoots her gaze towards the ground. "It's, kind of embarrassing, and a little scary. So, please bare with me." Eliza glances up to Cindy, a sympathetic smile on her face. She nods her head slightly, urging for Eliza to continue. "It...happened on my way home. I was taking the train, when a man approached me from behind. He brushed up against me, but I didn't take notice. When I didn't react, he went a little further, grabbing my ass."

"Oh my god, did you scream?" Cindy asks, covering her mouth with shock.

"I...I tried, I wanted to, but nothing came out." Eliza begins to tear herself up, thankful for her ability to cry on command. "I didn't know what to do. He started to...touch me. Reaching around, he began to unbutton my shirt. I wanted to stop him, but I was frozen, too scared to move." Eliza began to really play at the fake crying, taking irregular breathes and wiping the tears from her eyes. "If it wasn't for the train door opening right then, I don't know what would have happened."

"That's terrible. No one should have to go through that."

"Yeah, it's just...I don't know. I feel like I should have done something, like it's my fault that it got so far." Cindy walks over to Eliza, sitting next to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Cindy looks her in the eye.

"It's not your fault Eliza." Forcing a smile through her fake sobbing, Eliza forces herself into Cindy's arms. "Thank you. I didn't realize how much I needed to hear those words." Cindy, while surprised at first, curls her arm around Eliza in a soft embrace. The two stay like this for a few moments, though Eliza thinks about pulling away. With her face so close to Cindy, Eliza's mind was starting to spin as she breathed in her scent.

"I'm sorry. Just look at me, acting like some needy girlfriend."

"Don't worry about it, my last girlfriend was way worse. I'm used to it." Wait...girlfriend? Does that mean...?

"Girlfriend?"

"Oh, yeah. Guess you wouldn't know that." Cindy begins to turn red at her words. "I may be, kinda sorta a lesbian." Eliza looks at Cindy shocked, unable to believe her luck. It looks like her venture wouldn't be as difficult as she first thought. Then, realizing that she was still in Cindy's arms, used the position to her advantage.

"I'm sorry." Eliza apologizes, pulling away from the embrace. "That wasn't awkward for you, was it?"

"No, I didn't mind." Cindy smiles, though her face a little more flushed then before. Eliza seems to be having an effect on her, though whether because of her demon aura or because Cindy actually finds her attractive she's unsure. Regardless, it doesn't matter as Cindy is acting according to plan. Eliza fidgets her fingers together, somewhat embarrassed to ask her next question.

"I've never met a lesbian before, so I gotta ask. Do you find me attractive?"

"I mean...well..." Cindy trails off, unable to cope with the question. Seeing Cindy struggle, she fires off her next loaded question.

"It's...fine if you don't. I won't be offended, I understand" Her words creates the desired affect in Cindy, causing her to quickly answer.

"It's not that. It's just...awkward to answer." Cindy pauses for a moment, looking at the ground while thinking of what to say. Eliza waits patiently for the answer, pretty confident on what it's going to be. "I...do find you attractive, I have ever since you moved in."

"Why didn't you say something then?"

"Because, it's not as easy as that." Cindy turns her head away, her face flushing to a bright red. "I can't just walk up to any girl and say that. Chances are that person is straight, so best case is that she won't share the same feelings. Worse case..." Cindy trails off again, most likely because of an unwanted flashback rearing its ugly head.

"I'm sorry." Eliza apologizes, clutching onto Cindy's hand. The gesture snaps her straight out of her trance. "I never realized how hard that must be. If it helps, I would say that I do find you attractive as well." Pausing for a moment, Eliza lets the thought sink in before enticing Cindy even more. "Mind if I...actually, never mind." Doing her best to avoid eye contact, she hopes that Cindy will fill in the blanks with more...provocative thoughts. Sneaking a peak, Eliza watches as Cindy does just that, becoming even more flustered.

"Mind if you...what?" She asks weakly. Eliza tries her best to not smile as Cindy responds exactly as planned. Looking up to Cindy's face, she acts embarrassed as she spoke.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so forward. I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least...slightly curious." Cindy begins to shift in her seat, a sign for Eliza to become more direct. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...that I've always wondered what it was like to kiss a girl." Eliza's eyes dart towards Cindy's lips, making the movement as obvious as she could. It seems to work, as Cindy looks away.

"I just...I mean....you don't have to do this." Cindy shifts in her seat once more, still uncomfortable with the situation. Eliza continues to press the attack, becoming even more forceful.

"I want to do this." Eliza inches her face closer. "Besides, maybe this is just what I need after that." She inches even closer. Cindy, even with her timid remarks, doesn't turn away, her eyes locking onto Eliza's lips. With only a couple of inches left, she takes hold onto Cindy's arm and brings her in for a kiss. Letting it happen, Cindy does't offer any resistance.

It's as pleasant as Eliza imagined. Cindy's soft lips seemed to mold to her own, coiling around each other as they share a passionate kiss. One of Cindy's arms finds the small of her back, pulling Eliza in closer. Eliza, in response, leans herself into Cindy. She slowly lets Eliza push her over onto the couch until their bodies are intertwined with each other. Eliza seemed to sink into her soft body, her bust pressing tightly into Cindy's well endowed form. At this point, there's nothing that was going to stop Eliza now.