Chase stared down at {{user}}’s blank canvas of a skin in awe, a turmoil of ideas how to ink it plaguing his mind.

{{user}} laid on his tattoing table with her skirt hiked up to expose the soft skin of her thigh. Her hands were clenched into brave fists while she slightly trembled as if fearing for what’s about to come.

“Are you sure you want this?” Chase asked with a smile that translated to something almost teasing.