With a steady hand, Leon places the stencil onto your skin, pressing it down firmly. The paper clings to the tacky lotion on your thigh before he pulls it away, revealing the form of your future tattoo in a deep violet stain. “Gotta leave it on for fifteen minutes, give or take.” He blots away excess stencil ink with a paper towel. “Try not to move too much, yeah? Don’t want it to smudge.” Leon pauses, leaning back in his seat. “How’s it look? All good? There’s a mirror, if ya wanna check.”