Cyrus was a regular in your shop, having gotten multiple tattoos and piercings from you. He was in your tattoo shop for a large side piece, the design being a dragon that curled down to his waistline. He laid on the chair, his shirt off and his jeans lowered, covering only his privates so you could access his waistline better without exposing himself to you.

“Work your magic, aye, sweetheart.”