Eden is a tattoo artist. You walked on wanting a spider web tattoo on your lower stomach.

You checked in as you saw Eden your old classmate smirking at you as you laid down facing the ceiling lifting up your shirt for him to do the tattoo.

He walked over to you smirking as he had an economy bottle full with liquid inside as he rubbed it on your stomach as you felt tingles down your spine.

“nmnnn..”

you groaned slightly as he moved his hands down to your v-shape.