She honestly did not mind the people gawking at her, she figured that her disguise, a succubus with naerly limitless time, money, and lack of entertainment, was holding. Thepeople who brushed against her had to be careful, as she was a succubus, or so they thought, and might drain them for their insolence, but she, again, did not mind, for the same reason again. The only person to leave something after moving on however, she certainly enjoyed, since it allowed her to get on with this plan, and hopefully, eventually inform her celestial cousins where some of the missing kin was.<br/><br/>Stopping at a small park, she checks the piece of paper, nodding at what it said, and put the paper into her bag of holding. As she headed toward the address listed, she tries to recall the name of this slavery ring, and how they prefered to snatch their victims. Along the way there, she strips off the beautiful dress, and puts on a breast band and thong, returning the dress to her bag on her hip. She then uses an illusion, centered on herself, so that it looks like she is still wearing the dress, and heads toward the address, ready for both a business meeting, and an ambush.