Samuel had caught the act.  Had seen through her appearance as well.  It always amazed him at what the human mind could push away as being nothing more than an odd-looking person.  Although she hadn't looked odd past the illusion besides the things that made a succubus a succubus.  He'd watched while men around him, thinking themselves above suspicion, would quietly rub themselves through their pants at the sight of her.  She was beyond attractive, but that was to be expected.<br/><br/>While she'd gone off he'd stayed to watch the next act.  A magician's act, or so it claimed.  Yea, he'd seen this one before.  The disappearing, reappearing person.  Only, as he paid attention to the trick, the person really didn't come back.  A little magic woven around a natural shifter had allowed the act to be seen.  That person was going to be a meal for someone, Samuel was sure.  It didn't matter to him.  He was still on the lookout.<br/><br/>Would she be the perfect one?  The dancer?  She could entice, seduce, and disarm those he needed to suffer such things.  Allowing him to obtain those things he needed to make his life oh so much easier.  And she'd be able to help him in obtaining new grimoires he'd need to study.  Perhaps they had a few spellhurlers within this place as well.  Perhaps he'd seek her out after all.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes and allowing his focus to drift, he'd search her out.  Oh she was playing with her food!  How quaint!  Perhaps she'd let the man have his little happy ending before sucking him dry.  It gave him the direction he needed to find her.  His hands in the pockets of his pressed khakis, whistling a soft tune to himself, he reached out to find his soon-to-be familiar.