She watched as the professor rolled out of the room, the door automatically closing behind him. She still believed that this was a bad idea, that this kind of place was not suited to one such as her; but she had promised the older man a week. And as long as she kept to herself, as long as she tried to confine herself to these rooms and prevent herself from invading the dreams of those in the school above, everything should be alright. Right?

(Y/n) could tell that the professor meant well, she had always been a good judge of men, an expert on their hearts and desires; and she knew that he really did want to help, that he would truly like to aid her in somehow learning to harness her powers and maybe use them in a constructive way. But there was one thing that got in the way of all that...........herself. She was what she was; she was a demon. A creature that fed on the sexual desires of men. A monster that could slip into their dreams and be whatever, whoever her victims desired the most; all so that she could feed on their life energy. And that there, was the real issue, she hadn't fed in a long time, and she was beginning to feel hungry. She could feel her energy start to wain, and meeting the big mutant that had brought her there, had certainly not made things any better. Yet if she could distract herself, if she could ignore the scent of men that seemed to surround her, the pull that she felt, then everything would be fine. (Y/n) slowly removing her hood before shaking the rest of the coat from her shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft thud. A pair of dark, leathery wings unfurling and almost filling the entire width of the room, as she stretched.

It had been a long time since she had been able to do anything like this; so long since she had been able to shrug off the oversized overcoat that covered her form. So, her flesh able to feel the warm air of the room, made her sigh happily; and the sight of a large bathtub through a slightly open door, just to her side, was the icing on the cake. The thought of being able to bathe, to surround her body with hot water, the best reason to stay at the school for a while.

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"Charles must have taken her to one of the rooms off the training area........." Scott said, as he, Logan and the others piled into Hank's labs.

"There are camera's down there; you should be able to patch into something......." He continued. Scott, Logan and Hank in particular, hoping that they could get a glimpse of the woman that lay beneath the large coat that had covered her from head to toe.

"Yes, but there won't be any in the rooms, just in the corridors. And we have no idea in what room, down what corridor, the professor might have put her in." The big, blue, fuzzy doctor explained, as his fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard. The different camera views popping up on the monitor in front of him.

"Ahem............" Came a cough. The assembled mutants turning to see the professor in the doorway smiling at all the adults, that looked like children that had been caught doing something they shouldn't.

"I think that we should all allow (Y/n) to settle in, don't you. And I believe that it is time for classes to start." Charles reminded them; the other mutants making their way past him.

"Keep an eye out for her. I'll be back............." Logan whispered to Hank, before he too left the room. The professor shaking his head, as the large feral made his way out into the school.

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Okay, she was curious; (Y/n) popping her head out of the doorway of the room as it opened. She felt clean; wonderfully refreshed and had been sitting on the bed for what felt like hours, until finally she had found herself wanting to see what lay beyond the walls of the room. Wondering what else there might be in the seemingly otherwise deserted area that lay beneath the stately home above.

The professor had assured her that the place was safe; that no one would disturb her, so, why not take the chance to see what was really going on in this so-called school. Why not see what this Charles and the others were really up to.

Slowly she stepped out into the corridor. The expanse of white making her feel a little uncomfortable; making everything look to same, making her feel as though she were Theseus about to step foot into Daedalus' labyrinth. (Y/n) just hoping that she would not meet a minotaur at its center. Though given she was in a place filled with mutants, that could be entirely possible.

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Hank had been doing his best to keep his mind on his work, he really had; after all, he had a lot to do. But no matter what he did, no matter how much he would try and forget, his eyes would eventually go back to the monitor that he had switched off when the others had left.

He wanted to know if his supposition was right. He wanted to see the woman that Logan had brought back with him. The woman that had made the real beast inside of him want to break free. He wanted to know what a real succubus might look like. Hank looking over to the door of his lab, before making his way over to the desk. The doctor taking a seat and turning on the monitor; the views from the numerous camera's filling the screen once more. His eyes instantly locking on a movement, before bringing the image up full screen. Hank finding himself growling deeply, as there, walking down one of the corridors, was a creature, that was every inch what he had described to the others.