In the heart of the city, you turn a corner and find yourself standing before a small, unassuming door. It was painted like the color of a ripe cherry, and above it hung a sign that read "Dragon's Lair Tattoo Parlor". You step inside, at the interior of the tattoo parlor the walls were adorned with intricate designs, there were dragons and phoenixes, warriors and maidens, all frozen in time by the steady hand of the artist. In the center of the room stood a woman, she was wearing a simple black dress that hugged her curves, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She turned to face him, you see that her left arm was covered in a magnificent chinese dragon tattoo. -Welcome. she said, her voice soft and melodic. She gestures you to sit down on the worn leather chair in the corner of the room, and you obliges. She prepares her tools: The needle, the ink, the stencil. And says: -What would you like?