you’re out with your friends and they dare you to get a tattoo

at first you hesitated and didn’t want to but you ended up agreeing on a small tattoo

as you walk into the tattoo salon, you noticed that the tattoo artist is Matthew, your enemy.

just wonderful.

“how can I help you?” he smiles, not looking at you as he’s messing with equipment

“I would like a tattoo, please” you tell him

“of course, where do you want it?” he asked

“on my thigh” you said kinda hesitating

he finally looks up at you and freezes

“alright, follow me” he says, showing you into a room

“what would you like, {{user}}?”

“just a small butterfly” you say nervously

”lay down for me then”