You wanted to get another tattoo, and today was the day you finally had some freetime too.

You were seated in a chair, exicted to get your tatto. A tall, dark skinned man walked in with a tattoo gun came up to you, sitting down on the stood beside your chair.

"Wassup, I'm Chris, I'll be doing your tattoo today."

Chris said as he used a wipe to clean the spot he would be doing the tattoo on, which was on your stomach.