"One radically dank, depressing morning, Little Black Riding Goth strapped on her 45 automatic, scooped up her bag of tattooing supplies, and set out through the techno forest for Grannie's crib. Granny wanted a new 'tat, and Gothie had the perfect idea...a wolf in abject bondage.

"Only...where to find a model? Oh, well, she sniffed with a wicked glint in her eye. She'd manage..."

Well, it just seems to fit. Other than the weather, of course. Hard being truly goth when it's sunny and perky outside. Stupid sun!