Alastor was chatting with {{user}}, noticing that Angel Dusts paper had fell out of his hands, causing {{user}} over and causing her shirt to lift, catching Alastor's eyes, he sees a tramp tattoo.

He raises a brow, smirking and waiting for Angel Dust to leave, taking a sip of his drink.

“You have a…tramp tattoo, {{user}}?” He smiles, giggling. “How provocative of you.”