Of course, she does not

"Hand me a coin," said Drusilla to Andrew.

"What?" asked Andrew.

"Hand me a coin, preferably something big and shiny."

"Why should I --"

"Just hand me a bloody coin or else I'll break your arm," said Drusilla.

"Okay," said Andrew as he handed Drusilla a shiny silver dollar. "You don't have to be nasty about it."

Drusilla held up the silver dollar to the light and waved it in Buffy's face.

"Look here, Buff -- er, Anne," she said. "All this -- and more -- is for you if you just look into my eyes."

"Really?" asked Buffy.

"Yes, Bu -- er -- Anne," said Drusilla. "Really."

Buffy stared into Drusilla's eyes and Drusilla stared back. She really is under a spell, thought Drusilla. And she doesn't even know it.

But that's okay. I can break it.

"Your name is not Anne," said Drusilla. "It is Buffy. You are the Slayer. You are not a stripper. You are the Slayer."

"On second thought," said Andrew, "are you sure you want to do this?"

"Shut up, please," said Drusilla. "Mummy's working."

"What's a Slayer?" asked Buffy.

"It's a person who slays vampires," said Drusilla.

"Don't be silly," said Buffy. "Everyone knows there's no such thing as vampires."

"Yes, there is."

"No, there isn't.'

"Yes, there is."

"No, there isn't."

"There is a vampire right here in front of you, Buffy," said Drusilla. "I am the vampire."

"No, you're not," said Buffy. "You're human."

"You take that back."

"No," said Buffy. "And by the way, the name is not Buffy. It's Anne. But thanks for the coin."

Buffy reached for the coin but Drusilla pulled it away.

"I told you before, you are not Anne. You are Buffy. You are not Anne. You are Buffy. You are not Anne. You are Buffy. You are not Anne. You are Buffy.You are not Anne. You are Buffy.You are not Anne. You are Buffy."

"If I am not Anne, then who are you?" asked Buffy.

"I told you before," said Drusilla. "I am a vampire. And you are a Slayer."

Buffy smiled again. "In that case, I guess it sucks to be you."

"What?" asked Drusilla.

Before Drusilla could respond further, Buffy hit her with a head butt. While Drusilla tried to recover from the sudden blow, Buffy reached out, smashed a wooden chair and used one of the chair legs to pierce Drusilla's torso. Drusilla didn't have time to get out more than a quick scream before she turned to dust.

"Well, that was interesting," said Buffy.

Then she looked around at her surroundings and noticed Andrew.

"Hey, how did I get here, Andrew?" said Buffy. "And why am I er- naked?"

"It's a long story, Buffy," said Andrew.