Choosing sex appeal over everything else left her with an appropriate set of brown starting leather gear, pants so short that the bottom seam ended up right were the swell of her perky cheeks met her legs with nothing but a tight bra to hold in her chest, exposing her midriff to anyone who cared to look. Her legs were adorned with boots that went to her thighs with her feet protected by the only pieces of thin metal plating that covered the tips with peaks bending along the sides and the soles of her feet raised of the ground by borderline unpractical heels.
The only weapon to proect herself would be a small dagger secured to her waist with no money to begin with. Looking around the muddy street she materialized in Area sees all the staplemarks of a beginners area, vendors for loot and consumables that had small huts set up along the road to show off their goods, a blacksmithing shop were she could make out the telltale sounds of cold metal forming hot, punching through the clatter around her as not only wagons pulled by horsed went around either side of her, but also the occasional centaur. Of course those weren't only non-humans she saw as lizardfolk, orcs, worgens and differing types of demons in various states of dress wander the street and hackle with the vendors over their prices.
One thing they all had in common though as they all looked at her with almost the same devious and primal look on their face once they spotted her. Naturally there was also the pub were most of those races gathered for rest and other social interactions. She makes quite a few heads turn with her entry, including the barmaid behind the counter. "You seem to be new around here miss. Can I get you something?" she asks with a smile on her face, though there also are hints of that same look she got from everyone else, especially around the eyes.