[Freeze, Then Fawn]

You do not have enough time to chose, so you go for the quick and easy way to survive, flying into the branches of the Dryad's tree and concealing yourself among the leaves there.

The party that comes into view is NOT what you were expecting, they are a gaggle of miss-matched "unhumans", two Deep-Elves, an Orc, A 'Thrall'*, and a pale human necromancer with a small squadron of skeleton warriors guarding the flanks of the group.
*(The bastard children of elves and trolls.)

By their classes, it appears to be a (somewhat odd, but), relatively well-balanced party: the Orc is a Legionary Sub-Class Soldier, which in turn is an "advanced" form of Warrior, she also appears to be the party leader: given the way she's taking point AND Five levels ahead of the next-closest members. Those are the Thrall, a "Warpriest" Cleric of Armok, and the Necromancer, tied for second place at level twelve. The two Deep-Elves bring up the rear, at 11th level for the "Crusader of Armok", and 10th for the Bard. None of these people are ugly, not even the Thrall and Orc. The worst looking among them is the female necromancer who is, at worst, merely "plain", all of the others are some level of attractive, including the two Deep-Elves, who, (you are starting to think), are brothers.

As you continue to observe, you get more information, until, at last, with them right under your hiding spot, simultaneously the information that they ALL are "Outlaws" is revealed to you, and they spot your hidden form among the branches!

"Ware Above!" The Legionary shouts, raising her shield and setting her spear to be ready for a "**** from above" dive-attack. You are instantly targeted by every weapon in the group, but they do not lose their quarrels and spells, YET.

You, for your part, don't give them the chance dropping down 1/3 around the tree from them and then walking over palms out, and halfway above your head.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I was only hiding because I was scared to get ambushed by a group of adventurers," You begin. "As you can see from my status filters, I'm a 10th level probationary period succubus, and I could not have asked for a better outcome than meeting with the five of you. I'm sure you can see how, in my situation, I would like to join a strong party like yours, and, given that I fall within the level range of your party, I hope you will consider allowing me to join you, given that you're all outlawed anyway." You say, making your initial pitch for inclusion in the group.