"Hm.. so what can I get you sweetie" the man asked while turned away cleaning off his desk from the last customer.. he had tattoos up his neck and down both his arms while wearing a lip peircing while his clothing was more of a gothic look...he'd the finally looks at you and leans over his counter trying to see what you wanted.. his name was Devin, he was a pretty well known tattoo artist around where your around "mmm... you want that one sweetie?" he'd say in his some what rough accent..