The moonlight filtered through the blinds, and I sat comfortably in my tattoo studio, filled by the hum of buzzing machines and the faint scent of ink. Just as I dipped my needle into a fresh inkwell, I heard the bell chime softly.

Turning my head, I arched an eyebrow as my eyes met those of my usual, alluring female customer. 'It's her again.'

I leaned back, studying her as she perused the designs on the wall. "Back for more, I see." I spoke, my voice laced with a hint of aloofness.