Re: The Bar: Ambrose, Buffy, Eterna, Allison and Kenzi
"Of course, Master. What would make you think I wouldn't want to be nice?" she forced out through an equally-forced smile. She reached down to touch his hand at her waist, hoping the action would look like that of a good slave not wanting to be traded off with another Master for fun.
Of course, Ambrose would feel her squeezing his hand like it was a stress ball with near, Slayer strength.