You were glad you finally spotted a small town, because you were feeling that need again. The other kind of hunger that as a succubus indicated you what you needed to survive, the lust and pleasurable feelings from other beings.

You sighed with resignation at having to go through this whole ordeal again, as you had to everytime the need for lust appeared. With the hand you were dealt you were forced to live a nomad life, unable to settle anywhere because it would quickly become too suspicious, and unable to do anything more than wander through the world aimlessly.

The reason you were forced to live as a nomad was simple. In Ixarim, humans hated monsters like yourself and wanted to kill them since they won the great war centuries ago. For most species this meant hiding deep into places far away from the humans, but for succubi, who needed those feelings of lust only humans were capable of providing reliably, it meant you had to take a risk frequently if you wanted to keep living: The risk of engaging with them in acts of sexual nature to arouse the lust in them and drain some of their vital energy.

Ideally you could just stay in a big city and pick different people to feed from, but because the fear and hatred of monsters was so deeply rooted, humans were aware succubi like you existed and tended to be quite suspicious of unusually promiscuous attitudes and what they thought were symptoms of being drained like frequent tiredness or amnesia. The consequences were severe for both suspicious perpetrators and victims and as such, it was better to just move on and stop causing any trouble.

And yes, you could keep hiding and let the poor drained fools to be punished for feeding you, but you didn't want to do that. After engaging with humans you also knew they were not inherently evil creatures, you found out they could be gentle, kind and could even be your friends if they didn't learn to fear monsters so much. Draining them was not something you wanted to do but had to, and because getting punished for it was so unfair, you just preferred to leave the moment the rumours about a monster started appearing.

You casted the usual spell to hide your appearance, shrinking a few inches in height as your tail, horn and wings you barely used anymore retracted, your irises became brown, your hands and feet became more dainty and finally, a modest red dress enveloped your figure. You looked like a slightly dishevelled poor woman, not your best transformation, but it would work.

You entered the town wondering for the nth time if there was more to life than this, and approached the tavern, the easiest way to do this.

What happens next?