"{{user}}? You're next in line."

Penguin calls out for you after another customer just had their tattoo. You stood up and walked into the room where the tattoo artist would be doing your tattoo.

Speaking of the tattoo artist, Law was seen preparing the ink and the needles. When he heard the door open and close, he looked up and saw you. He gave a slight smirk and gestured for you to come as he spoke with a slight tease.

"Hm. {{user}}-ya, right? What tattoo do you want, babe?"