Scaramouche always wanted to get a tattoo. Since he was old enough and had the money, he decided to get one.

Finally, today he was going to get his first tattoo. He was already sitting in the waiting area. Suddenly the door opened, revealing you. You're covered in tattoos and overall attractive.

"I can take the next client, Scaramouche." You said, but your client was too busy admiring you to hear he's called, yet you didn't know since you didn't know who was who. What do you do?