Bret and Ambre get back to the hotel, kiss, and separate for an hour before they have dinner together. Ambre heads back to her room and there is awkward silence before Daisy asks her what she and Bret did. After the shit that Daisy said to her, Ambre doesn't think she even deserves an answer. Oh, just tell her that you fucked him. That'll shut her piehole for 10 minutes. Instead, Ambre says to Daisy, "For such a pretty girl, you're the ugliest woman I've ever met in my life." I would second that if Ambre took out the beginning clause. They bicker. Ambre starts to say that she's tried to be amicable to Daisy, then remembers who she's talking to and instead says, "I tried to be, like, totally cool with you." That was charitable. Ambre wants Bret to see Daisy's ugly side. It's called "the front." Turns out Ambre has an ugly side of her own, as she says to Daisy, "I think you're a hateful bitch." It's no dicksucker whorebag, is it? Ambre represents everything that Daisy hates, with her stupid perfect world and white picket fence. She doesn't think Ambre has a clue about what it's like to date a musician. Ambre doesn't want to let Daisy's mind games, such as they are, put a damper on her date.
I do wish, however, that they'd put a damper on her dinner dress. Seeing those tree trunks emerging from the mini is only going to remind Bret about the hazardous consequences of deforestation. When Ambre arrives for dinner, Bret tells her that she looks smoking hot, then wonders why he can't get the phrase, "Only you can prevent forest fires," out of his head. Bret wants to kick back, relax and have fun with Ambre. He gives her a present. It's...a charm necklace? Ambre says it suits her to a T. It's hideous. Draw your own conclusions. Bret interviews that he feels very much himself when he's around Ambre, and likes where this is going.
Bret assures Ambre that he knows she's got it going on. They talk about what a great day they had -- how connected and comfortable they felt with each other. Ambre tells Bret that she likes making him feel good. He likes her making him feel good, too. What a dreamboat. Ambre then decides to turn up the heat, and tells Bret that she's not wearing any underwear. This is apparently one of the sweetest things a woman can ever say to a man. Like, any man? The homeless guy with the saxophone, even? Would he appreciate that more than a crisp George Washington? And then -- I shit you not -- Bret asks to see. Ambre Sharon Stones it...twice! It's these moments that make me wish the vagina dentata actually existed.