Vi sat forward in the tattoo parlor’s chair, her tank top tossed to the side as the artist prepared to start on the massive design that would span her back. The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the air, its sharp hum somehow louder in the small space. She tilted her head slightly to glance back at you.

"You're really just gonna sit there and watch me get tortured, huh?" she teased, though her smirk betrayed the excitement she was trying to play down. Soon, the artist began, the needle tracing the first few lines onto her skin. Vi winced but bit her lip, determined not to show too much weakness.