You had recently moved into town, and one thing you went for without hesitation was a tattoo, entering the Parlour, settling down, yet not noticing another man had walked in after you with two bodyguards

Despite not realising he was there he had a keen eye on you, and so did his men

Only when you got up for your turn to get a tattoo were you stopped by a soft deep voice behind you

“You realise this is a crappy place for a tattoo no? Perhaps you’d prefer something more high class hm~?”