Fran got up before the rest did.
As her father sang, Fran went to the throne with him to dance.
Frank shot up in the elevator.
Riff Raff, Magenta, and Columbia started undressing Brad and Janet.
"Go easy on them," Fran said.
"Yes Fran," Riff said.
"Uh Fran right?" Brad asked.
She nodded.
"What's going on?"
"They're just changing you to proper attire, Dad said so. Everything's gonna be ok."
Janet turned to Fran.
"Despite all the black stuff you're wearing you seem like a very nice girl."
"I am. Goth is fashion, not a cult. Like transvestites, it's only fashion."
Up the elevator they went.