Alaedra remains as nonplussed as she can on the walk, figuring the looks just come with the territory of being a drow in sexy clothing. It's not too far off what drow fashion tends to lean towards, that minimal clothing to advertise ones own beauty, and that you're powerful enough don't need to wear protection. The only real reason Alaedra is at all uneasy is because of where she is, the city of Dis, in Hell, and what's looking at her here is largely a population of fiends and not other drow and maybe a few merchants of other races.<br/><br/>It's nothing she can't manage really, and shortly she is in the registration office and giving the imp as haugty a look of scorn as she can.<br/><br/>"You may. I am new to the city, and wish to register for papers."