Re: Seating: Buffy Maia had come out for the night to check out the competition, primarily, and secondly to be in the know of who bought who, having not attended the slave auctions herself. She wasn't sure what the calibre of slaves had been like, it having been a while since the town had had one - she'd simply had much better things to be doing with her time than sitting through the bickering that came as a result.
Having ordered herself a drink, she saw a girl sitting on her own, and her very presence seemed to exude slave. It surprised her that anyone would let such an exquisite item out of their sight, so she had to investigate. She moved over to the seat next to the girl, and turned to face her.
"Let's get the formalities out of the way. My name is Maia, but you will refer to me as miss. I hope that's understood." She looked her over a little more, then smiled slightly. "Whose bitch are you, dear?"