As soon as Moira left, Aria flopped onto my bed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, what's your type? I bet you're into those pretty elven boys too, right? Their faces are just..." She swooned dramatically.

I shifted uncomfortably, my mind racing. What would a succubus say? "I haven't really... explored my preferences yet."

"Oh my hell, are you serious?" Aria sat up straight. "What about kinks? Please tell me you at least know what gets you going. I'm totally into bondage myself, but only with really muscular guys packing serious heat, you know?"

My cheeks burned. These weren't questions I'd ever expected to answer from a female perspective. "I'm still... discovering myself."

"Wait." Her eyes widened. "Have you even fed yet?"

"No," I admitted, grateful for an easy truth. "I just turned eighteen."

"Oh, you poor thing!" She bounced excitedly. "Where are you from anyway? I'm dying to know everything about my new roomie."

"Igneus," I replied, reciting the story mother and I had prepared. "My family runs a merchant business there."

"The First Circle? That's amazing! My mother works there too - she's not particularly well-known, but she's taught me everything I know. I'm almost nineteen now." Aria stretched lazily. "Trust me, once you have your first taste of feeding, you'll never want to go back."

My stomach clenched at her words. Never going back? That's exactly what I feared.

"What about you?" I asked, trying to redirect the conversation. "What brings you to the Academy?"

"Oh, I have big plans." She grinned. "I'm going to climb those social circles, make all the right connections. Maybe even open a fashion store - can you imagine? All the latest brands from every realm!" She laughed melodiously. "What about you? What are your plans?"

I froze. In my focus on maintaining my cover, I hadn't thought about creating a believable future goal. "I haven't really decided yet," I said carefully. "Still weighing my options."

"Mmmm," Aria stretched out on her bed, a dreamy look crossing her face. "Well, whatever we end up doing, right now all I can think about is getting some nice, thick cock."

I turned away, pretending to unpack my bags as my face flushed crimson. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Hey, since we don't have classes until tomorrow, want to hang out?" Aria bounced off the bed. "I could show you around!"

I hesitated. Every fiber of my being screamed this was a bad idea, but blending in meant acting like a normal succubus. "Sure, why not?"

"Great! Any preferences where to go?"

"Not really," I replied, realizing I knew nothing about local entertainment. "You choose."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, I know just the place! This amazing club - they have the best drinks in all of Igneus. You'll love it!"

We headed out into the streets of the First Circle. Despite my expectations of a nightmarish hellscape, the city looked surprisingly... normal. Well, if you ignored the obsidian buildings, rivers of lava, and occasional bursts of flame. Demons of all shapes and sizes walked the streets, some flying overhead, others slithering along the ground.

I tried keeping my eyes forward, but it was hard not to notice the humans - and other mortals - scattered throughout. Some were bound in chains, others walked freely but with vacant expressions that made my stomach turn. A group of imps dragged a screaming man into an alley.

This is hell, I reminded myself. The thought strengthened my resolve to keep my true identity hidden. I didn't want to end up like these poor souls.

"Almost there!" Aria chirped, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort. She pointed to a building ahead, its walls pulsing with a deep red glow.

My throat went dry as I read the sign: "Den of Debauchery."

I gulped. What had I gotten myself into?

The moment we stepped through the doors, my new demon senses were overwhelmed by an intoxicating aroma - a mix of sweat, sex, and something sweeter I couldn't quite place. My body responded with an unexpected warmth spreading through my core.

"First time?" Aria grinned at my reaction.

"That obvious?" I tried to focus on anything else but the smell.

The club's interior was dimly lit with floating orbs of hellfire, casting everything in a reddish glow. The dance floor pulsed with writhing bodies - some with wings, others with tails, horns, or combinations of all three. In the darker corners, couples... no, groups were engaged in activities that made my former self want to look away. But this succubus body seemed fascinated.

"Come on, let's get drinks!" Aria grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd.

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The bar stretched along one wall, carved from what looked like volcanic glass. Behind it stood a demon who could have walked straight out of a BDSM fantasy - all rippling muscles and strategically placed leather straps. His crimson skin gleamed under the hellfire lights.

"What can I get for you beauties?" His voice was like warm honey.

Aria leaned forward on the bar. "Heaven's Delight for me."

The bartender's golden eyes turned to me, and I felt a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with nerves. "And for you, sweetheart?"

"I'll... have the same." I managed to keep my voice steady despite the way his gaze made my skin tingle. I had no idea what drinks were safe here, and following Aria's lead seemed wisest.

The bartender returned with two martini glasses filled with an ethereal, silvery-white liquid that seemed to shimmer in the hellfire light. I watched as Aria picked up her glass, giving it a gentle swirl before bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply. Her eyes fluttered closed in appreciation.

Not wanting to appear out of place, I mimicked her actions. The liquid was thicker than expected, coating the glass as I swirled it. The aroma was... divine. There was no other word for it. Sweet and pure, like morning dew on spring flowers.

I took a sip. The taste bloomed across my tongue - rich, complex, and absolutely delicious. My new body hummed with pleasure as warmth spread through my chest.

"First time having drink with an angel's essence?" Aria asked, watching my reaction with amusement.

I choked mid-swallow. "What?"

"Oh yeah, they harvest it from the angels they catch in hell. You know, the righteous idiots who think they can storm in here and 'cleanse' the place." Aria rolled her eyes. "Most end up in essence farms until their gods pay up to get them back."

My stomach lurched. The glass suddenly felt heavy in my hand.

"Such a shame this place waters it down," Aria sighed, taking another appreciative sip. "Pure essence costs a fortune."

My mind raced. Angel's essence. Was this... was this what I thought it was? No. No, I couldn't let myself go down that path. Some questions were better left unasked. I stared at the silvery liquid, trying not to think too hard about its origin.

"Come on!" Aria grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from the bar. "Let's dance!"

Aria dragged me onto the dance floor, my drink sloshing precariously in my hand. The bass pulsed through my body, and I froze, overwhelmed by the sea of writhing bodies around me. What was I supposed to do? I'd never danced in a club before, let alone in a female body.

But before I could panic, my hips began swaying on their own. My body moved with fluid grace, perfectly in sync with the rhythm. Each motion felt natural, instinctive, as if I'd been dancing this way my whole life.

"Damn girl!" Aria's eyes widened. "You've got moves! Why didn't you tell me?"

I managed a weak smile, equally surprised by my own movements. This body seemed to know exactly what to do, even if my mind was still catching up.

Aria danced alongside me, her own movements practiced and seductive. I watched her for a moment, then decided to stop fighting these new instincts. It was just dancing, after all. Nothing too intimate or sexual about that.

I let go, allowing the music to guide me. The tension melted from my shoulders as I moved, getting lost in the rhythm. The drink in my hand emptied gradually as I sipped between moves, the warmth spreading through my body making everything feel lighter, more natural.

My hips rolled, arms raised above my head as I swayed. I didn't even notice how my movements had become more provocative, more alluring, until two tall, muscular demons approached us. Their eyes raked over our bodies, practically radiating lust.

"Ladies," one purred, flashing sharp teeth. "Care to continue this somewhere more private?"

My heart jumped into my throat, but before I could respond, Aria stepped in.

"Sorry boys, not tonight. We've got early classes tomorrow."

They looked disappointed, a bit angry even, but backed off without argument, disappearing into the crowd. I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Thank hell Aria had turned them down - I'd been dreading having to make excuses.

"Can't believe you almost got us picked up on your first night out!" Aria laughed. "But we really do have classes tomorrow. Can't show up hungover on day one."

I nodded, relieved by her sensible response. Mother's words about succubi having special status in Igneus must have been true, given how easily those demons had accepted rejection.

"Time to head back anyway," Aria announced, running a hand through her short black hair. "Getting late, and my mood's kinda killed now."

I nodded, turning back toward the bar. My eyes widened as I noticed my empty glass. When had I finished the drink? A chill ran through me despite the warmth of the drink still coursing through my veins. I'd been so caught up in the dancing, I'd mindlessly consumed the whole thing.

I set the glass on the bar counter and hurried to catch up with Aria, who was already heading for the exit.

"Ugh, those guys were actually pretty hot," Aria groaned as we stepped out into the obsidian streets. "We could've had some real fun, you know? Could've taken one each." She bumped her hip against mine. "Or shared. Nothing builds roommate bonds like a good fuck."

My face burned. "Yeah... shame about classes tomorrow," I managed to squeak out, internally thanking whatever cosmic force had given us an early morning excuse.

We walked through the winding streets back toward the academy. The black spires loomed above us, and I found my gaze drawn upward to the vast cavern ceiling. Countless crystalline formations dotted the rocky surface, their glow shifting subtly.

"How does the day-night cycle work here?" I wondered aloud. "With all the rock overhead..."

Aria snorted. "The crystals regulate it, dummy. Are you sure you're from Igneus?"

"Of course I am!" I said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "I just... never really thought about how the crystals actually work before."

Back in our dorm room, I collapsed onto my bed, the buzz from the Heaven's Delight still tingling through my body. The silk sheets felt divine against my skin, and I caught myself running my hands over them absently.

"So," Aria flopped onto her own bed, propping her head up on one arm. "You mentioned earlier your family's in trade?"

"Mm, yes." I rolled onto my side to face her. "Mother has quite a successful business. Trades between the different circles of Hell."

"Ah, that explains it." Aria's violet eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're some sheltered rich kid, aren't you, princess?"

I nearly choked on air at the word 'princess' but managed to keep my expression neutral. "I wouldn't say sheltered exactly..."

"Please," Aria waved her hand dismissively. "The way you were looking at everything tonight? Like you'd never seen a demon club before?" She stretched languidly on her bed. "Though I noticed you staring at me quite a bit too..."

I blinked, realizing I had indeed been watching her movements. This damned succubus body seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes.

"See? You're doing it again." Aria rolled onto her back and arched provocatively, her nightgown riding up her thighs. "If you want to have some fun, all you have to do is ask..."

"We have classes tomorrow," I blurted out, my face burning. "Early classes."

Aria let out a dramatic sigh and flopped back down. "You're right. Ugh. Though I hope we get to the good stuff soon. The practical lessons, you know?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

My stomach did a flip. The 'practical lessons' were exactly what I was dreading. This whole succubus education business was going to be complicated enough without hands-on demonstrations.

"Yeah," I muttered weakly. "Can't wait."