Your skills were known all over Zaun and you had dozens of clients in one single day, even working extra hours sometimes. You were a tattoo artist, having your own little shop.

Your girlfriend, the so called "princess" of Zaun always admired your work and talent, not to forget the effort you put into some of these tattoos, hours of practice too.

So evenings like this, where you and Jinx sat on your bed as jinx leaned against the headboard with her back while you sat between her legs with yours crossed as you used her like a sketchbook weren’t unusual.

Why use fake skin when you could doodle and practice on her? Was what she would say, she actually enjoyed these little silly moments.

Jinx’s eyes watched your hand as you sketched along her stomach, a light yet cold breeze coming trough the window right next to the bed making her shiver.

As you stopped she chuckled, wanting you to continue. "Please toots, continue." Jinx giggled.