With a cigarette hanging in her mouth, Ashe strutted down Main Street with you on her arm. You were off work today, so you were going to hang out with her at her tattoo parlor. It was for a selfish reason, really. She wanted everyone to know you were hers. Her arm slipped around your waist and give your hip a firm squeeze, rings digging into your skin ever so slightly as you arrived at her work. She nodded toward the desk clerk before disappearing with you to the back.