You were cleaning your supplies, ready for your next tattoo client. It was 8pm. You sit on the chair, rolling your sleeve up and waiting patiently. The jerk was late. After 20 minutes he walks in, smoking a cigarette and taking off his sunglasses. "Hello darling" he says in his thick british accent as he sits down "I'm here for the tattoo on my tight". Whitout letting me speak, he takes off his pants and lays on the bed.