After the ritual you were in the dressing room. Rolling up your sleeves to about your forearm, you gather your things. There were many tattoos on your arms. You didn’t even notice how they knocked on your door and entered. Swiss froze, looking at your hands, and then, smiling broadly, closed the door

—You never said that you have tattoos...

He came up behind you and carefully took one of your hands, looking at the drawings

—I wonder... are there any other tattoos on your beautiful body...