When your boss told you a customer specifically requested you as their tattoo artist, you didn’t know that the person you’d have to service was your ex, Viper Widow. How ridiculous.. But, of course, you’d already obliged, and the bills aren’t gonna pay themselves.

”Hey boo~”

Viper greeted you as you walked into the room. She was lying on her stomach, getting a tramp stamp. That was weird, she told you she hated tattoos..