Well, most people would not in her place, but then she is a hero, you know

"Heh!" said Buffy with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. "You're obviously kidding about that whole 'threatening my life' thing, right?"

The woman who called herself Glory just smiled right back. "No, I'm not. So dance already. I should not have to tell you twice."

Buffy reluctantly moved her feet, trying desperately trying to get back into the rhythm she had been in when she thought she was dancing for Ben.

"And take off your clothes, too, while you're at it," said Glory, looking down at her own red dress. "Surely I don't have to tell you how to do your own job."

"Of course," said Buffy, hurriedly discarding her clothes in an effort to appease the mysterious lady in red.

As she bared herself, Buffy found herself saying, "Why do you want so badly to see me naked, anyway? After all, I'm not likely to have any body parts you don't already have."

"Because I said so," said Glory. "That should be good enough for you."

"Okay," said Buffy. "But you don't have to be so mean about it."

"I'm a god," said Glory. "Being mean is what I do."

"You're a god?" asked Buffy.

"Did I stutter?" asked Glory. "Yes, I'm a god. And back in the day, legions of naked handmaidens used to line up to dance for me in endless displays of undying devotion. Granted, I would usually prefer the sacrifice of their youngest female relative but hey, sometimes you have to settle for what you can get. Now stop being snarky and show me a display of undying devotion."

"Er, how do I do that?" asked Buffy.

"For starters, get down on all fours and meow like a cat," said Glory.

"Seriously?" asked Buffy.

"You must really have one heck of a **** wish, considering all these questions you keep asking," said Glory.

"Okay, okay," said Buffy, as she got down on all fours and started mewing.

As awkward as Buffy had felt dancing nude in front of Glory, it was not half as awkward as she felt when she got down on her hands and knees in front of her as well.

It seemed even more awkward when a voice behind her that obviously wasn't Glory's said, "I never thought I'd see the Slayer from this angle."

"Oh, hush, Spike," said a different voice. "Buffy's just playing a little joke, isn't she?"

Buffy turned her head in time to see a man in a black leather coat and a Billy Idol-style punk haircut gazing down at her. By his side stood a dark-haired woman in a white dress. Both of their faces seemed familiar to her but she just couldn't think of a name to go with their faces.

However, they both were smiling at her and they both seemed to be looking at her as if they might know her.

Oh, good, she thought. I could use people like that right now. Otherwise, I'd be in real trouble.