A Girl in a Black Dress

A Girl in a Black Dress is found in the Secret Tropical Island Volcano Lair (Disco Bandit).

• On Initial Visit:

You approach the girl, who is wearing a dress made entirely of black lace, and a whole pencil's worth of eyeliner. She takes a drag on her thin black cigarette and glances at you with disdain.

"What's going on here?" you ask.

"Well," she says, "I thought it was supposed to be Goth Night at the club tonight, but it turns out it's Jungle-Core Drum'n'Trance-Hop night." She sighs theatrically. "Just typical."

"Ah, right. I heard the oontz oontz oontz oontz as I arrived. So that's a nightclub over there? What's a club doing all the way out here?"

"The distance makes it more exclusive," she sniffs. "Don't you know anything?"

"I know I've got to get in there."

"You?" She raises one immaculately-tweezed eyebrow. "I've seen you guys before -- you're way old-school. What's your interest in a rave club?"

You glower darkly at the club, eyes narrowed. "My Nemesis is in there." The goth girl looks suitably impressed, though she tries not to show it.

"Ooh, a Nemesis? That's very romantic. Did he murder your [girlfriend/boyfriend]? Or wait, did he steal your [girlfriend/boyfriend], and try to murder you, and now you're back to take revenge?"

"No, he's just kind of a douchebag. Though, knowing him, that club is probably built on an ancient Disco Bandit graveyard."

"It did use to be an old Disco Temple or something before it was converted."

"Bastard!"

The girl looks you up and down. "Well, you're not gonna get past the bouncer dressed like that, you need way better threads. And you're going to have to impress him with some smooth moves." She starts to wave her arms in front of her face as though she's doing Tai Chi while lazily swatting away a cloud of very slow gnats.

"What is that?" you ask, puzzled. "That's dancing? What do you call it?"

"It's, um... The Despair of the Shadow Butterfly."

"You just made that up."

"I did not!" She frowns at you, with her fists on her hips. "Let's see you do any better!"

"Look, kid, don't challenge me to a dance-off. We invented 'smooth moves'." You fall to the ground in a perfect split, then spring back to your feet, spinning. Your index finger pierces the sky, then slowly lowers to point at the girl as your hip snaps repeatedly to the side, matching the bass-beat spilling out of the club behind you.

The goth chick covers her mouth with a lace-gloved hand, stifling a giggle. "Okay, well... retro is in these days. You might be able to pull it off. But like I said, they're not gonna let you in, looking the way you look."

You look over at the line of club kids waiting to get inside, tapping your chin with your finger musingly. "Yeah, well, I think maybe I can figure something out."

You acquire a skill: Gothy Handwave

• Subsequent visits:

"Hey there," you say, strolling over to the goth girl, who is still standing smoking her cigarette. "What are you still doing here?"

"I'm waiting for my mot- ...I'm waiting for my ride."

"You mean, you can't just turn into a bat and fly home?"

"Oh, very droll," she says, rolling her eyes at you.

• After gaining entry to the nightclub, but before completing the quest:

"I saw you got inside," the goth chick says as you walk up. "What do you think?"

"It's terrible. The kids just sort of... move around, with no sense of choreography at all. And we had much better taste in flashing colored lights in my day."

"Whatever you say, <grandpa/grandma>. You want I should get off your lawn now?"

"Yes please. Your dire spookiness is frightening my plastic yard flamingos."

She sticks her tongue out at you.

• After the nemesis quest is complete:

Looks like the goth chick's ride finally showed up. Or else she crumbled into dust when the sun rose.