Doesn't Jason have class?

"Um...don't you have class?" Eliza asks, trying to find a way out of the awkward situation. Alarmed, Jason looks at his phone.

"Fuck!" Jason exclaims, only having a few minutes before the class starts. "So much for helping me study." The irritation in his voice is palpable, even though the alternative was arguably better. Jason quickly grabs his things and makes his way towards the door. Eliza juts forward, grabbing onto his arm.

"I mean, this probably goes without saying, but don't tell anyone. Alright?" Eliza says nervously, looking for an audible confirmation.

"Nope, I'll tell everyone you're a demon. I'm sure we'll have you out of town by sundown." Jason remarks, a heavy sarcasm in his voice. Punching him in the shoulder, Eliza frees Jason to run to his class. Put at ease knowing her secret is safe, she's about to take her leave herself. Her hand hits the doornob, but she pauses. Looking back, she figures she should clean up so her little feeding session goes unnoticed. A small puddle of semen has formed on the desk, not to mention a small pile crumpled tissues she used to clean herself. Grabbing the box of tissues she found, she moves to start cleaning the mess, but stops. Eliza get's an idea.

Concentrating on the white viscous pile, she holds her hand out. Unsure of the motions, she tries the first thing that comes to mind. Opening her palm, she begins to focus her power. Unlike before, she feels a slight tingling sensation in her fingertips as it built up. Ignoring it for now, she continues with her experiment. With steady a movement she wipes her hand aside, watching the cum disappear like it was never there. A satisfied smile appears on Eliza's face. I think I might be getting the hang of this.

The sensation in her fingers stayed for a moment longer before fading away slowly. Eliza looks at her hand, pondering what it could mean. Considering this the the first time she's fed since her powers, she knows it's not a coincidence. After a few moments she comes to a conclusion. The potency of her powers is directly related to how much essence she has. It's seems elementary thinking about it now, but she can't be too hard on herself. It's not like there's a lot of information about being a succubus out there.

Eliza leaves the room as stealthily as she can, not wanting to draw attention. Peering out the door, she waits for a moment when no one's looking. Once the chance arises, she quickly opens the door and morphs into the crowd of students. Though regardless of Eliza's cautious actions, there was one person of interest that saw her slip away.