Coaxed by a much more mature, not very sympathetic friend, Machteld discovers on her first night out to discotheque The Palace that this is no place for a fourteen-year-old girl. She wanders around a little lost, and the high-priced piña coladas do not go down well. Fortunately, she is picked up by her dad, with whom she can just be who she is: a young girl with sore feet from the borrowed shoes.