You were the famed ruler of the kingdom Caspia, a rich, luxurious nation. And one day, you had decided to get a tattoo. Right along your thighs.

Jin Huang was the lucky tattooist that was hired, being one of the most skilled tattooists in the nation.

His strokes of ink were gentle as you sat, your legs moving a little out of discomfort.

"Your grace, please do keep still," He said, eyes still on your soft, supple skin.

He changed positions a little, hoping to get you more comfortable.