Piper and Buffy
Buffy had come prepared. Which mostly just meant that was wear a pair of jogging shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top with some comfortable shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she looked like she was ready to unleash some much needed energy. She wasn't much sure what to make of the DeWitt guy, but she honestly wished she could hear what sort of conversation he would have with someone like Ambrose.
The man's slave, Piper, seemed in good condition. She was a little taller than Buffy, and the girl wasn't sure what they'd be doing. She assumed sort of a sparring kind of thing, but she didn't want to assume.
"So, what sort of not-pilates were you thinking of?" she asked, beaming at the mere thought of that which was not floor exercises.