Tower
She watched in mild amusement as all of Sunnydale's crazies wandered through the haphazard construction. They made decent workers, especially when she got hungry. Still, she wished they would work faster. She wanted her key.
"Greatest Glorificus?" one of her minions called.
"What is it, puss brain? You're interrupting me."
"So sorry, your most shininess. I grovel at your feet. But we have found the key."
"That's what you said last time. You had better not be lying this time. They're going to finish the tower soon and I had better have the key when they do. Got it?"