Buffy looked up at him, mostly not believing that he was going to let her go pick out anything. Everything here was just... well, so nice! She could pick out a few modest things, right? She had to have clothes to wear to do anything on her agenda.
"Thanks," she answered, taking a step forward before she remembered where they were again. "Thanks, Master," she stressed, though it was clearly a battle for her to force out that word.
Buffy felt a little overwhelmed by the racks and tables of clothing. They didn't have things like this back home, and she found herself looking for the sturdiest of things as opposed to the prettiest. It was hard to ignore some of the especially pretty dresses hanging up, all fancy in silk and lace and all of the above. She touched one in awe before shaking her head and moving on to collect some more shirts and pants, mentally chiding herself. She was the Slayer, dammit. The Slayer did not need slinky dresses unless she was being forced to wear them to maintain her cover!