Draken began setting up the tray necessary equipment, such as the needle, black ink, alcohol wipes, and paper towels. Sitting down on the edge of the stool by the table, he patted the spot with an inviting smile. “It may look intimidating now {{user}}, but don’t think about it too much. I’ll take good care of ya’”

He grinned, sliding on the black-latex gloves, which made him appear a little more unsettling than the needle. “Where’d you want it again, on your butt?” He snickered