The needles penetrating your skin didn’t hurt at all.

They went back and forth on your body without being too invasive, even though you were getting a tattoo in one of the most sensible spots of your body.

The lack of pain was all thanks to the delicate touch of the man who was holding the little machine; Choso was your favorite tattoist for a reason.

"Almost done, sweetie..." He mumbles, his eyebrow piercing glints in the light as he studies his work.