<div class="floatleft">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/056e/th/pre/f/2015/065/1/3/150225_backandup_e_s_by_okai418-d8kpfrl.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Sirbia Viscinia</strong><br/><strong>Time: 6:00-6:45</strong><br/><strong>Location:Hallways</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: open/searching</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sirbia woke up in her soft bed, slightly groggy. She looked around, unused to waking up in a foreign bedroom but quickly remembering where she was. She rubbed her eyes, whimpering slightly. Getting up this early was no fun, no fun at all. Just another thing she'd have to get used to. She sat up from her sideways position, her chest dangling in front of her. Her pj's were comfy but not designed to keep a heaving chest like this in place. She yawned, trying to take her shirt of in an attempt to wake up easier. Just as she pulled the fabric over her head, the cool air began teasing her nipples, instantly making her awake. That's more like it.<br/><br/>She unfolded her aching wings, trying to move them to reduce the soreness. Her tail swooshed behind her, gently swinging from side to side. She swung her voluptuous legs out of bed, landing in her fresh black slippers. They were fuzzy and warm, just enough for her not to seek coverage under her blanket again. She stood up, her chest bouncing from the quick motion. She sighed, cupping them for a second before retrieving a fitting bra from her drawer. It was just a pain to walk around with things like these without support in the morning, she wouldn't trade them for anything but getting out of bed was rarely an occasion where ridiculous amounts of sex appeal helped. Fastening the strap on her back, her lacy white bra was in place, holding her globular chest in place. Much better.<br/><br/>Slowly getting accustomed to her woken state, she slid her pants of her long voluptuous legs that made up a great amount of her height. Her butt was round and firm but didn't hesitate to jiggle when moved, as it did now. Slightly quicker now, she selected a matching pair of black lace panties from her drawer. Black and white underwear usually didn't fit but she had to wear white with a white shirt so that it wouldn't shine through. Her panties were black to contrast her skin, allowing anyone lucky or short enough instantly able to follow the curves of her hips and rear. Satisfied with her choice of underwear, she picked up her uniform from the closet. She decided to wear some black stockings, pulling them over her delicate feet and beautiful legs up to her thigh. On hot days she'd definitely go without them but she liked out they outlined her legs and complimented her short skirt. Now it was her uniform's turn. She kinda liked the uniform. The skirt was short and fitted with the rest, the shirt showed off her chest perfectly and the jacket complemented her thin waist well. Her shirt always strained against her chest a tiny bit but otherwise everything fit perfectly. She particularly liked how there was just a tiny bit of skin showing between her skirt and her stockings, an absolutely perfect final touch. She even did a little twirl in front of her mirror, sticking her butt out. She couldn't help but giggle, this wasn't going to be so bad after all.<br/><br/>Finished with her choice of clothing she looked at her clock. It was just about 6:30 am, she'd spent some time on her clothing. She didn't mind though, after all this was a school of succubi so appeal was important. And if she ever wanted to be a star in the dance and music industry, she had to look the part, superficial but fun. She was so distracted she almost forgot her shoes, quickly slipping on her black shiny slippers. Heels were overrated in her opinion, for one her assets were already hard to balance and walking on stilettos would be a disaster waiting to happen and secondly she was already tall enough to not need a boost, especially since her legs were so long. She wanted to look sexy, not superficial. She checked if she had her keys with her before gently opening the door, exiting into the hall ways. She didn't pronounce her walk or anything, she didn't think it too important and besides, her hips were so wide the swaying gait came completely natural, pronouncing her hourglass shape even more. That was really her current theme, no on-top things to make her superficial, just her natural sexy. Best thing was it worked perfectly.<br/><br/>While walking she noticed that her gait combined with her tail made her skirt reveal more of her upper thighs than she intended, perhaps it wouldn't be as hard as she though to look her up the skirt. It wasn't intended which bothered her minimally but she saw no problem with it so she didn't change anything. She saw a lot of succubi in the hallways, idly chatting or even getting close. It was fascinating how quickly their species got together. She didn't have much to do at the moment and she knew she'd be going to computer sciences after breakfast so  perhaps it was time to mingle a bit, maybe find a study partner, perhaps someone that shared her interest. Anything was possible here, the people here were connected by the fundamental wish of going to the human world and they were all of similar age rather than being somewhat separated in their own world. Perhaps she'd even find someone closer, someone she'd spend her time with. She dismissed the thought, she wasn't desperate for a partner or anything. She was still half in thought while looking for someone to talk to.