This is practically perfect in every way. I loved Dru's similes and the way William is drowning in her and also the symbol of her (Byronic decadence and utter freedom). I loved the twirl of words and destruction, loved the "we shan't have to bow" aspect of newly-turned William, loved Dru with a pince-nez. And there's something especially intoxicating about the idea Spike-as-Scheherezade and Dru as his insane, cruel, loving emperor.

Brb, saving this and rereading it forever.