The Sales clerk interrupts

A sales clerk interrupted them. "I'm sorry," she said, "but the noise back here is-- oh." The clerk was black, but light-skinned enough that the blush showed up clearly on her face as she realized what had been going on in the changing rooms. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that you buy that dress," she said to Buffy.

"Oh, I'm definitely taking this dress," Buffy replied, running her hands up and down her sides. "It's the sexiest thing in the shop." She looked the clerk up and down, obviously mentally undressing her. "The sexiest DRESS," she amended.

Clearly flustered by Buffy's somewhat heavy-handed advances, the clerk found her professional courtesy fraying. "Good. We can't sell it to anyone to anyone else after you've been--" She cut herself off. Frayed or not, her professionalism would only allow her to go so far. "After that I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Why, don't you like me?" Buffy asked. "I like you..." she looked at the clerk's name tag, her eyes lingering on the girl's ample bosom. "...Joan."

"You're hitting on me with your girlfriend right there?" Joan asked incredulously. "Besides, I don't swing that way. I'm totally straight."

"No one's TOTALLY straight," Buffy replied.

"I am!" Joan insisted.

"Prove it," Buffy demanded.

Joan looked confused. This wasn't the direction she'd expected the conversation to take. "How?"

"By kissing me, of course," Buffy replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "If you can make out with me and not feel anything, than you must really be straight."