Buffy fights back -- sorta

Buffy kept hitting Drusilla's torso with her elbows but it didn't seem to be doing any good. She kept forgetting that Drusilla was not as weak as she appeared to be -- that despite her waiflike appearance, she was actually quite strong even though her fighting skills were more awkward than Spike's. She kicked back too but Drusilla just ignored it.

And through it all, Drusilla just kept dragging her away from the door.

Why is she doing that? thought Buffy. Why not just kill me? She's already proven that she's strong enough to break my neck any time she wants -- why does she keep putting off the final blow?

Because this is Drusilla we're talking about, Buffy thought. She lives --if that's the right word to use about a vampire -- to play with people the same way that a kitten would play with a mouse. Only in this case, Buffy was the mouse.

All the while, Spike just stood there and watched until Drusilla finally noticed him watching.

"Seriously, Spike?" she asked. "Are you that intrigued with the Slayer?"

Spike shrugged. "What can I say? You don't see a naked Slayer everyday."

"That's right," said Drusilla. "You don't."

Just then she let Buffy go. Buffy took a deep breath and rubbed her neck, still stunned by this sudden reversal of fortune.

"Why are you naked?" asked Drusilla. "I know times have changed since I was a little girl but they haven't changed that much. So why are you naked?"

"I don't know," said Buffy, a bit surprised by Drusilla's question. "I must be a victim of a spell or something. Maybe even a curse. That's it. Somebody put a curse on me that made it impossible for me to wear clothing and if you or Spike drink my blood, you'll get it too."

Drusilla and Spike just laughed. "Seriously, Buffy," said Drusilla. "I am a bit peckish but do you seriously think that Spike and I are so **** that we would drink a Slayer's blood? I never drank Kendra's. Why would I want to drink yours?"

For some reason, Buffy felt a bit insulted. Then she remembered to focus. "But I am cursed. I don't know how I got this way but I can't put on clothing without it causing me intense pain."

Drusilla suddenly got an odd expression on her face, an expression that made Buffy think, oh-oh. Then Drusilla reached behind her and started to undo her dress. As the dress dropped off her torso and pooled down around her feet, exposing Drusilla's nineteenth-century underwear-clad body to Buffy's and Spike's eyes, Buffy could not help but wonder what was going on.

Then Drusilla stepped away from her dress and handed it to Buffy.

"Put on the dress, my little naked one," she said. "Mummy wants to see this 'curse' in action."