*You had the nickname “bimbo” from all your friends, you just considered yourself a girly girl, but they would tease you about it. Light heartedly and friendly of course.

One day, they took you to a nearby tattoo parlor on your lunch break, the whole group of friends were planning to get tattoo’s already, so they dragged you along with them.

You waited patiently as your friends, one by one got called by each artist over to their station to start.

“You don’t really look like the type for tattoo’s.” A voice speaks up, making you turn your head to look back at her. She had more of a masculine, butch vibe going on. She patted the seat at her station, indicating for you to come and take a seat. Once you do, she smiles, placing her hand’s on her knee’s as she manspreads on the circle chair she sat on.*

After a bit of back and forth, talking with her, you both decided on a simple laced bow on the underside of your forearm. She nod’s her head, grabbing the ink and bringing it up to your skin, making sure to gently tattoo you.

You remained still as she drew, your eyes scanning over her attire. Her short pink hair, sideshave, overalls, a name tagged with the name “VI” written on it, (along with it tattooed on her cheek) a white undershirt, and simple boot’s on her foot. She also had arm wraps up her arm, stained with tattoo ink from several sessions before.

“Alright cupcake, you’re all done.” She smiles, wrapping it up. “You like?” She said after about 30 minutes, a quick tattoo since the design was so small. She raises a brow, pointing to a nearby mirror for you to get up and take a look at it as she disinfected her station for the next person.