So Bella leads him around, indulging national-contest-level tricks and indeed reducing much of the surrounding population to bewildered stares. (How much of this is due to their ability to recognize skilled dancing, and how much of it is due to no one having gotten used to Alice in dresses, is unclear.)

And eventually the dance is over, and Bella changes back into her leathers.

But she keeps the dress. She likes it, and you never know when you're going to need a little black dress, shot through with silver like spindly frosted tree branches.