Who cares?

'He's not my boyfriend. Why should I care about who he talks to?' Eris harrumphs as she proceeds to the next cabin.

The sight that awaits her in the game carriage is even worse. Celia is in the middle of a pool game with two strapping young men, except their clothing seems to be in a state of disarray. One of the men, a dark-haired individual, is in nothing but his boxers, a prominent bulge clearly visible. The other brown-haired youth at least has his pants on, but he’s currently grinding his crotch against Celia’s ass as she bends over the table to take a shot. The succubus too is down to her bra and panties, a surprisingly feminine frilly white set.

The men cheer as she misses her shot. Strangely happy despite losing, she straightens up and unhooks her bra, throwing it to the black-haired youth and allowing her D-cup breasts bounce free, her dusky nipples stiffening in the cold air.

“Oh Eris!” She says as she spots the redhead. “Care to join us?”