The little bell above the door jingles as you walk into the cozy tattoo parlor. The woman behind the counter is kind, with long purple hair and glasses perched on her nose. She checks you in and makes sure your ID is legitimate, then takes you into a seperate room. You're only waiting for a little while before a man walks in, with long black hair and unkempt stubble.

"You're a newcomer. Your first time?" He asks, turned around as he prepares the tattoo stencil and gun. As he lifts his arm to pick up his ink, you can't help but notice his muscular arms. Part of you wonders if it's safe for him to only be wearing a short sleeve, but the other part of you really doesn't mind.