Of course she stops him, fuck this guy..wait, don't fuck him. Damn words are hard.

With his hand slipping into her pants, stopping him might become impossible soon. A finger touches her clit, sending another shockwave through her body. Gritting her teeth, Eliza curses herself. Why is my body reacting like this? Another jolt courses through her body, the groper breathing heavily in her ear. Fuck this guy, fuck this demon body. I don't want this, why am I letting this happen. You know what, I'm not going to let this happen!

Making up her mind, she fills herself with enough determination to break free from the man. A well placed elbow causes the groper to release his grip, taking him by surprise. With a grimace on her face, Eliza spins around with her palm open, bitch slapping the man straight in the face. Normally the man would reel back in pain, but Eliza didn't account for her demonic body. Her hand connects with his face, but it keeps going as it sends him to the ground.

"Fuck you, you creep. Stay the hell away from me." The commotion garners the attention of the other patrons in the cabin, their eyes landing onto the man on the ground. Eliza also gets to lay her eyes for the first time, being disgusted by the sight in front of her. An older man, roughly in his 50's, sprawls on the ground in agony. Somewhat grey hair covered his head, well, half of it anyway. Just the thought of this man's fingers inside of her was enough to make her gag. Eliza can feel herself getting more and more aggravated as she looked down at the man. Wanting the man to get his due, she decides to humiliate him. Grabbing the man by what hair he had left, she lifts his face for all the bystanders to see.

"You see this man," Eliza yells, tugging at the man's hair. The man yelps, a pained expression on his face. "He is a molester. He groped me and threatened me to keep quiet. He is the scum of the earth and should be treated as such." With those words, she releases the man's hair, watching as he face plants into the ground. A snide smirk crosses Eliza's face as she moves to leave the train car, feeling that she may cause some serious damage is she stays. No one stopped her, in fact they seemed to shift away from her, possibly scared by her actions. Eliza didn't care though, she felt like she had to do that.

Sitting down in the next cabin over, she tries to make sense of the cyclone of emotions she was feeling. She didn't have to stop him, in fact, she could have easily used him for feeding. Hell know's her body wanted it, but was that enough? The entire time she was disgusted inside, but why? What makes this different then if she fed on some random stranger? Eliza thoughts lingered on this question.

Some time passed as Eliza thought on these questions. And after that time, she thinks she may have an answer. Maybe, it was because this wasn't her choice, as straight forward as that sounds. Though, now that's she's a succubus, that adds some complication. Like, why should she care if she gets to feed? It might just be her being fussy, but it does matter to her. If she was going to feed, she was going to be the one to make that decision, not some horny old fuck on the train.

With that said, Eliza can feel her groin pulsate. The whole situation had set her body off as it's been denied its feed. Since even is she didn't want it, her body was ready. Eliza squirms uncomfortably in her seat as she decides on what to do next. She's going to have to feed before the nights through, she knows that. But the question is where, and who?

Hearing her stop over the automated intercom, she trudges off the train towards her apartment. Eliza exhales heavily as she walks, her engorged clit rubbing against her panties. She's going to need a feeding target fast, otherwise she might go crazy. Though, thanks to her work schedule, there's no body around at this time. Getting to her apartment without seeing a soul, she figures she has no other choice. She will have to find someone in her building to feed on.

She knows some of her classmates live in the complex, seeing them transverse to school before her. Even better, she knows where two of them live; John and Cindy. John lives on the first floor in apartment 2A while Cindy lives on her floor, in apartment 4B. With where solved, the question became, who?