Willow stood on the front porch, absently smoothing her hair back from her eyes. She glanced over at the petite brunette next to her, and reached over to tuck a lock of hair back behind her ear. "There," she said as Keely rang the bell. "You know Master likes us to look our best for him." She smiled softly as a shadow crossed the frosted glass panes of the door and she heard a latch being thrown.