This isn't the bathroom...

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A few seconds ago, everything was so normal...

Anya pauses at the door, confused. She slowly pokes her head in, scanning the bizarre room in front of her that is most definitely not the bathroom. Suddenly she feels a strong tug and stumbles over the threshold. The door smacks shut behind her, the click of the lock surprisingly deafening in the already noisy... bar?

Well, Anya knows bars. She and bars are good friends. She walks slowly, almost cautiously to the Bar and sits down on one of the stools, tugging her robe in close around her. No one is immediately apparent, but something about this place seems special.

"Uhm... a mimosa please?"

Just to her left in a snazzy crystal glass appears a deliciously well balanced mimosa on a clean napkin. She smiles, claps her hands like a five year old and takes a sip. Her nerves somewhat calmed, she scans the room for something, anything friendly.

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"O...Offer? That's not how this works! You give me a price and I let you know if I'm willing to pay it! Haggling might be involved! You can't pull this on me, I was a demon for hundreds of years, I made thousands, no, millions of deals! So... so you tell me, bub!"

She's standing, hands on hips, looking rather like a housewife negotiating with a problematic three year old.

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Pan pouted at her, "You're the one who brought up anything, lovely. And I don't haggle, you know that."

He just takes.

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"Well, yes, I'm just saying that it's an option. Anyway, you know what I want. I want you to never ever ever never call the demonic bunnies into the bar or when you're near me. Ever. So you need to make a proposal of what I could do to repay you."

She folds her arms and looks at him expectantly. No pouting faun is going to befuddle this situation, no siree.

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Pan just stepped closer to her, his expression wilder and darker, leering yet again.

"I think you already know. I want you of course."

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Anya's pose shifts from defiant and in control to defensive.

"Well I'm... I'm engaged. Can't have me. What else."

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"I like sharing, or if your fiancee wishes to join in?"

Monogamy? What the Hades is that?