Paris 1969 Quest for Zulu

Within moments Nick and the Devil were at a sidewalk cafe table in Paris. Nick, still in Megan's body was wearing a 60s Go Go outfit, the Devil wore a striped shirt and a beret.
"Welcome to 1969 Nicky. I have given you the ability to understand any language as if it is English. Now, what I need you to do is track down Zulu. In about 5 years he dies somehow so you have at least that long." The Devil smiled.
"How am I supposed to find Zulu. Are there any leads?" Nick asked a little flustered.
"Well, there is a swinging party tonight that his closest assistant will be attending. I think you are his type. But just in case I have placed a glamour on you that will make every man you talk to find you to be the most alluring woman they have ever come into contact with. In fact you will physically change to match their ideal. You can lock into that form while near them so that you don't change multiple times."
"I'm not into men."
"I've also increased your body's sex drive considerably. You may fight it but you won't win against it. By the way if you find Zulu you can get the amulet from him. Of course as soon as you find him I have found him as well. Just to make things easier you have Identification and an inexhaustable source of cash in the purse. It will of course only give you what is deemed necessary so no more than $5000 a month. Your ID will direct you to your apartment. I must be going sweet cheeks. Have fun." And he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Nick was left alone at the cafe table. She looked in the purse. "Nicollette Masters"
The waiter arrived and asked if she was done.