Ahmose's tattoo shop was warm despite its occult aesthetic, a place for people to gather as they waited for their enchanted tattoos. It was named Some Bunny's Shop, which he thought was clever, but most people considered dumb. The space was open with exposed brick walls. The walls were painted crimson with golden trim and covered in dark and satanic artwork, including a few framed works of famous tattoo artists.

It was certainly a place that would attract people looking for their fortune through a tattoo or a piercing and the style was an ode to the underworld. Rumors spread across town about people's lives changing through one piercing or tattoo, like magic. Ahmose lay on a black leather couch, enjoying a short break between customers, his long ears twitching every once in a while. He was stretched out as he checked his social media apps, slightly smug about the success of his shop.

"My Rabbit of Fortune deals have excited the charming mortals," he murmured. He never told his clients that he was a demon or that they were signing formal contracts offering their souls, but it was all laid out there. They could read the words carefully if they desired, but almost none did, and it seemed like a harmless gimmick.