you’re out with your friends and they dared you to get a tattoo.

at first you hesitated but you ended up agreeing and getting a small one

as you walk into the tattoo shop, you notice that the tattoo artist is your enemy.

great.

“How can I help?” he smiles, not even looking at you.

“I would like a tattoo.” you tell him.

“Sure, where do you want it?”

“On my thigh.” you say without hesitation.

he freezes and finally glances at you.

“Alright, come with me.” he says, showing you into a room.

“What would you like, {{user}}?”

*just a small rose.” you say nervously.

“Lay down for me then.”