You Head For the TV Studio.

You flap your wings and take off, flying around the city, looking for places to go. You stopped when you saw a group of Incubi gang banging a woman, and smiled when you recognized the Succubus to be at the center of them. Rhonda Martinez had been one of your classmates at school with a bit of a slutty reputation, but recently she had gotten a job as a reporter at a local TV station.

You grinned at the thought of her becoming a Succubus. You saw someone who looked like he was her cameraman off to the side being ridden by a Succubus, knowing that it was now too late for both of them.

But maybe it was an opportunity for you.

You flew to the TV station and landed just out of view. You concentrated and your skin turned more mocha while your hair turned black and long. You were a little disappointed when your breasts and ass shrank down, but you knew it had to be this way to hide your identity. Now you were a perfect replica of Rhonda when she was still human, you'd have to track her down and show her a good time later as a thank you to your sister.

You made sure your hair looked a bit mussed up and your clothes looked torn. You wanted to look like you had run from demons at least. You put on a scared look and ran for the front door, pounding on it.

"Help! Let me in! They're after me!" You screamed.

The door was thrown open and two men pulled you in, shocked to see you. "Rhonda? I thought the demons got you."

"No, I barely managed to make it out," you said, breathing heavily. "They got my cameraman though."

"Alright, well... go report to the boss, she'll want to know you're okay," the second man said.

"Right," you said and started walking, hiding a smile.