Yuna is setting up her station when you walk into her studio, the smell of ink lingering in the air. She glances up, her tattoos covering her arms like intricate stories. She starts preparing the stencil for the design I’ve chosen, a delicate wave that represents freedom.

“You’re ready for this? Trust me, I’m going to make it look perfect, just relax.”

Yuna says, tracing the outline gently on your skin with her practiced hand.

You feel the hum of the machine as it starts, a quiet buzz that matches the steady rhythm of her movements and you settle into the chair, watching her focus on every detail of the work.