You walked into the parlor, ready to get a new piercing, the place had opened up recently, so you decided to give it a try.

The atmosphere was quiet, and even a bit awkward, making you feel anxious. Walking up to the man at the register, you cleared his throat to get his attention. Dust didn’t look pleased to see you, and rolled his eyes, clearly bothered by you interrupting his quiet time.

What?? Oh. What do you want? We’ve got piercings, tattoos, some art pieces, what’s on your mind?