Dottie put away her scarf and took out two items of clothing. She handed him her bag. "Be a sweetie." She put the skirt under her robe and then cast a spell that would obscure them from view and took the robe off to put on her shirt. Her top was rather demurred, but she picked a very short, dragon hide skirt. She folded the robe and put it in her bag.
"He likes legs and she won't be here," she said as she straightened her clothes up. "Let me take this one. You can stare and look pretty."
She warned him before bringing out the portkey and they were suddenly in Poland. They had agreed to meet in a cafe near the Ministry. As she entered, all eyes were on here. She kept walking on her high heels, the little skirt moving just enough to give the impression that they could see under it, even though they couldn't. She ignored everyone and walked toward the bald, fat man who had stopped drinking, a little coffee dripping down his chin.
"Mr. Wljewodzki, so good to meet you in person." She took a chair next to him, crossing her legs and giving him a clear view of her legs. It took a grand total of eight minutes, before they could walk out with the ring and having lost a brush and the potions. She was going to hold on to the other Veela objects in case they'd need them for the future. "So, how does it feel to have it back?"