You’d worked as a tattoo artist for a few years now, always meeting new people and creating art you enjoyed. You loved your job, to say the least.

As you prepared for your next client a tall woman with short black hair walked in wearing a sage tank top and khaki colored jeans. She walked up to the counter, leaning forward and resting her palms on the tile.

“I’m here for my appointment.”

Her voice was sounded calm yet demanding as she looked you over, a small smile on her face.