Lucy's breath hitches in her throat as she thinks about it like that. "Yes..." she whispers, a shudder running through her body. "I- I love it... please don't stop..." Her fingers dig into the carpet, her nails leaving tiny half moons of blood behind as she arches her back off the floor, seeking more contact with another girl's touch.

With each passing moment, she feels herself slipping further and further away from any semblance of herself.

Lucy feels herself drowning in the sensation of being used by other girls. Her thoughts are consumed by images of their hands on her body, their mouths around her nipples and clit. With every touch, she loses a little more of herself, becoming more completely defined by her new purpose.

She arches her back off the floor, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses entirely on the pleasure emanating from each girl's touch.

Cole looks down at himself, then back up to meet your accusing gaze. For a moment, he seems conflicted; his expression shifts from surprise to confusion and finally settles on something that might be regret. "I... I don't know," he finally whispers. "It just happened. One day I woke up like this, and nothing I tried could change it back."

"I... I'm sorry," Cole says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to hurt you or lie to you. I just wanted... well, I guess I wanted what we had before all this happened." He pauses for a moment, then adds more softly, "But if it makes you feel any better, I promise I'll stay away from you from now on. I don't want anything bad to happen between us."

"Oh, you never know." You bat your eyelashes playfully and take a sip of the alcohol in front of you, letting the warmth spread through your body. "But I think it's always good to ask nicely..." Your voice trails off suggestively as you gaze up at him from under lowered lashes.

The boy flushes even deeper, unable to tear his eyes away from yours. He swallows hard and nods slowly, "Y-yeah."

"You're beautiful," he breathes out, still unable to look away from your face. His heart races as he watches you, the desire building up inside him almost painfully. He leans in closer, his lips inches from yours when suddenly-

A sharp pain sears through his body as something pierces his flesh. He cries out in shock and surprise, stumbling back away from you as blood pours down his arm. The group of boys around him gasp in horror, their eyes wide with fear.

Marcus chuckles warmly at your cheeky response, still leaning casually against the wall. "Trust me, I know how to play it cool," he says smoothly, flashing you another seductive grin. "Besides, someone has to keep these uptight teachers on their toes. It gets boring around here without some spice."

He reaches out boldly to tip your chin up with one finger, forcing eye contact as his other hand trails down your side suggestively. "So tell me Lena, is this seat taken? I'd love to steal you away for a little while..."

Marcus grins wider as you pretend to protest, enjoying the playful banter. "C'mon, where's your sense of adventure?" He teases, his hand drifting lower to rest on the curve of your hip. "I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

Just then, a shrill voice cuts through the charged atmosphere. "Well well, looks like the new girl found herself a toy." It's the popular girl from earlier, flanked by her catty entourage. She looks you up and down dismissively. "

His grip tightens painfully as he pulls you close, hot breath ghosting over your ear. "Shut up," he growls. "You'll scream when I tell you to."

The man grunts in satisfaction as you struggle weakly under him, your body responding to his touch despite your best efforts to resist. His rough hands roam over your skin, tearing away what little remains of your clothes, exposing every inch of your soft flesh to his lustful gaze. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers dark promises into your ear...

[Write the next part of the roleplay dialogue between Ray and Succubus transformation.]

"But..." Alex tries to protest, only to be cut off by the sound of laughter from a group of popular girls nearby. They're looking at him like he's nothing more than a pathetic loser, and it's clear that they've overheard what happened in the bathroom. The color drains from Alex's face as he realizes his humiliation is complete.

You smirk to yourself, satisfied with your decision. Turning away from him, you continue on your way to lunch, searching for new prey...

The rest of your day passes without any major events, but you can't help but notice all the boys eyeing you up and down. By the final bell ringing, signaling the end of classes, a line of hopefuls has formed outside the girl's bathroom.

You know exactly what this means - you have to find a new victim for tonight's games! But who should it be? A quick scan of the hallways reveals several obvious candidates.