Dawn's act is a riot.

Buffy turned slowly and followed Xander's eyes. Dawn was stood on the stage in front of a microphone stand. Her younger sister was still wearing the slutty English schoolgirl outfit that Buffy had last seen her in. The ensorcelled Dawn was standing as demurely as it was possible to stand when you look like a perverted Brit's walking wetdream. Her hands were clasped behind her back and she stood straight with her legs together so that her mini skirt almost looked respectable. The spotlight lit her up whilst the rest of the stage was in darkness.

"How can she be the lead singer in a band?" Xander asked increduously. "She's been gone less than two hours."

"Looking like that?" Buffy retorted. "I guess she just walked in the dressing room and wrapped the band around her little finger."

Dawn leant forward as soft guitar music began to play, she gave an angelic smile and started to sing. Her voice was sugary sweet and innocent.

"Make us worthy, make us proud. Teach us not to be too loud." Dawn sang, her cockney accent subdued. "We'll try to fit in with the crowd, but we are St Trinians."

The rear of the stage suddenly lit up to reveal the rest of the band, a punk outfit dressed in studded leathers with multicoloured hairdo's and facial piercings. The lead guitar changed from a mellow melody to a rocking riff and the bass guitar and drums cut in with a thudding beat that echoed around the bronze. Strobe lights started to flash and the crowd surged as the punks and goths began moshing in front of the stage.

Dawn grabbed the mike stand and took a stride forward with one foot to stand splay legged with the stand tilted over and pulled up tight against her crotch. The tiny skirt rode up, revealing her stocking tops and garter belt and most of her thighs.

"We can't 'elp the way we feel. We were born to keep it real." Dawn screamed, her accent back to the thick east london whine. "'Ockey sticks an' balls of steel, St Trinians."

"Oh...my...god." Buffy said aghast.

Dawn was grinding her pelvis on the mike stand, moans tranmitted through the mike between lines of the song made it clear that she was working herself off on the metal pole.

"You bite us, we'll bite you back. Better be scared when we attack." Dawn belted out, her voice dripping sexual arousal. "Feel the fear, we're maniacs. St Trinians."

Dawn's head whipped from side to side as the lead guitarist made his instrument screech insanely as a bridge. Pigtails whirled around Dawns head like coiled whips, through it all her straw boater resolutely, and almost definately magically, remained perched atop her blonde hair. Beneath her white shirt, Dawn's huge sorcery enhanced breasts swung from side to side and as Buffy and Xander watched another button pinged off under the strain and revealed another couple of inches of cleavage. Her moans and gasps between lyrics were becoming louder and more urgent as she clearly neared a sexual peak from the rubbing of the pole against her sex.

"We've got to get to her." Buffy screamed, grabbing Xander and putting her mouth right next to his ear. "You get up on stage on the right, I'll go left and we'll trap her between us."

Xander opened his mouth to voice an objection, but Buffy had already started forward, using her slayer strength to plough a path through the boisterous crowd. Xander shook his head, the slayer Buffy might be, but grabbing Dawn live on stage in front of this crowd was the worst plan he'd heard in days. He started forward anyway, excusing himself frequently and slipping through any gap that appeared.

"Check out our battlecry, a song to terrify. No one can stand in our way." Dawn screamed, throwing her head back and making her boobs bounce so much that glimpses of her hardened brown nipples were exposed through her mostly buttonless shirt. "We are the best, so screw the rest. We'll do as we damn well please."

The group of would be hell's angels were right up the front of the stage in Buffy's way. As she reached them she saw the biggest of the group reach over the stage and grab Dawn's ankle and attempt to pull her sister towards the stage edge.

Dawn responded by stamping down on the biker's hand with a stilletto heel, driving the spike straght through the back and out of his palm. The man screamed and started to climb up on the stage. Dawn turned and ripped the bass guitar from her bandmate's hands and swung the instrument in a powerful hockey strike straight into the hell's angel's face. The man flipped backwards into his gangmembers arms.

"You fuckin' seppo arse bandits." Dawn screeched into the microphone, brandishing the electric guitar like an axe. "Fink your fuckin' tasty do you? You wanna fuckin' piece o' me, I'll 'ave the fuckin' lot o' you gayboys."

The crowd erupted as the Sunnydale slayers MC rallied around their fallen leader, a couple of the bikers started to climb up to get at Dawn. The punks and goths rallied to Dawn's defence and though less fearsome than the bikers man for man had greater numbers. Within a couple of seconds a mass brawl was in progress in front of the stage, with the crowd milling in all directions as people either tried to flee from the fight, or push forward to join it.