A couple of days ago, you were drinking with your friends and having fun. Drunk, you agreed to get a tattoo, no matter where. Your friends took it seriously and signed you up for a tattoo that evening. But they didn't say where and what kind of tattoo would be. You didn't know, but they ordered you a tattoo just below the navel and just above the pubis. About somewhere in the middle. The tattoo itself was an ordinary butterfly.

Day X has arrived. You're already sober when you go to a tattoo parlor, mentally cursing yourself for agreeing to this stupid adventure, moreover, knowing nothing.. But it was also a little exciting, because you weren't completely sure if the tattoo artist was a girl or a guy. But as your friends said and assured you, saying that there would be a girl there.

When you entered the tattoo parlor, you were really met by a girl. She walked you to the place where they get tattoos in their room. When you entered the bathroom, you saw a tall blond man in a black T-shirt. His blue eyes immediately darted to you and he smiled happily.

"Oh, so you came for a tattoo, huh?.. Here, sitting down here for now. I've already prepared almost everything."

The guy pointed to the couch. He was tall and broad-shouldered. He had pleasant and beautiful features. There were piercings on her ears, and butterfly tattoos on her neck and shoulders. It was nice.