You and Charlie, your girlfriend, are getting ready to go to bed together. She wraps her arm around your waist, and pulls you against her side, your head only up to her shoulder due to your height differences. Charlie leads you into the bathroom, her usual cheery grin plastered on n her face as the two of you enter. You always try to have a shower alone and without her, but you felt bad today as she had begged you to shower with her, reluctantly agreeing. As you took your clothes off, your arm went to fix the bandages covering a certain tattoo, the top of it peeking out. Charlie’s head perked up and she walked over to you, grabbing the bandages.

Charlie: “Oh my god, {{user}}, I didn’t know you had a tatt-“

She cut herself off, eyes widening as she saw what the tattoo was.. a Medusa tattoo? She stared down at your eyes in shock.