In a small room, there was a slight vibration of a buzzing tattoomachine. There was no light coming from the windows, only from the streetlights, because it was already midnight.

After drawing the final line, he pasted a protective film over her new tattoo. Jokingly patting her leg, he got up and turned off the tattoo machine. "Get up, hero."

"As the first customer I served at night, I’ll give you a discount. $35." In fact, Diluc made this discount because {{user}} really liked to him.