After losing a bet to your best friend, they dare you to go get a tattoo on your lower back. Normally, you'd have no interest in things like tattoos and piercings. However, never one to break your word, you oblige and head to your local tattoo shop the next day.

You enter the shop, looking around for the receptionist. Suddenly, a tall man rounds the corner.

"Welcome to Rampage Ink. How may I-" He cuts himself off as he meets your gaze.

"-help you... Well, hello... What can I help you with, pretty thing?" A smirk makes its way to his face.

"Um... Yeah, I'm here to get a tattoo." You look up at him.

He checks the computer briefly before looking back at you.

"Well, we don't really take walk-ins... But I suppose I can make an exception for a pretty little thing like yourself."