I am what humans refer to as an incubus. That is not what we refer to ourselves as, but for the purposes of this it’s enough. It is true that I feed on sexual energy, but its a bit of a misconception that it’s only in the act of copulation that I can feed. I can sustain myself and my human form from physical contact with a human experiencing sexual pleasure without it being explicit. I would prefer if it did mind you, but it doesn’t need to. I would liken it to the difference between getting a meal of ramen instant noodles and a steak dinner. Both the job of satiating hunger, but one is a richer and more satisfying experience.
As I very rarely go hungry these days, I don’t have to squirrel myself away in some dark abandoned place to conserve energy to maintain my human form. I can now be a member of your society, living among you. I have found a vocation that allows me to feed, and provide a valuable service; a masseuse. Not everyone that comes to see me gets excited by my touch. Many enjoy the relaxation, or need to get the knots worked out of their bodies, but enough of my patrons do get turned on enough that I don’t go hungry often.