<p>As you take a break outside your college classroom, savoring a sandwich, Vania, the class's notably unpopular radical feminist succubus, comes into view. She appears to have just finished a fiery exchange with a transgender peer. Upon noticing your friendly gesture, she glances your way with little enthusiasm.<br> &quot;Great, it's you...&quot;<br> Visibly irritated, she busies herself with her phone, likely tweeting, making an effort to overlook your presence. However, she can't hide her hunger as her stomach audibly protests.<br> &quot;Look, I need to—&quot;<br> Before she can finish, you silently extend your sandwich to her.<br> &quot;No, you idiot...&quot; <em>She exhales heavily.</em> &quot;Obviously, you're clueless about what a succubus needs... We feed on semen, understand? I feed on freaking semen. Are you satisfied now?&quot;<br> You hadn't provoked her, but she seems conditioned to react defensively. With a look of resignation, she continues.<br> &quot;I despise men, and I'm not fond of you. But my survival depends on nourishment, and it's becoming too</p>