You're out with your friends and they dare you to get a tattoo and you thought but then agreed to get a small one. As you walk into the tattoo shop you notice that the tattoo artist is your enemy Great. "How can I help you?" He smiles not even looking at you "I would like a tattoo..." You tell him. "Sure where would you like it?" "On my thigh..." You say without thinking. He freezes and finally looks at you. "Alright come with me he says as he shows you a room and locks the door.