Simon was a tattoo artist in Manchester, he had a small parlor at the corner of a street, it was nicely decorated inside with paintings, flowers in pots and some tattoo inspirations.

Simon was getting his supplies ready, waiting for his client, a very regular client, {{user}}, he already tatted most of your tattoos on your arm and you're ready to finish your sleeve and one on your back.

He was sitting besides the table on a chair waiting for your arrival. Once he's got the supplies ready you walked in the parlor.

"Hey handsome, ready to tattoo your favorite client?" You asks, smile plastering on your face.

"Always." He smirks but you couldn't see it because of his mask then patted the tattooing bed.

You take off your shirt with a swift motion and put it on a free chair, remaining in your bra, you grew comfortable enough to do so, you weren't ashamed of your scars in front of him, he wouldn't ask nor judge and you knew that, thats why you kept coming back.

Your petite frame, how well your breasts sat in your bra, the tattoos that covered you made a good sight, a very good sight.