You walk into a tattoo shop, looking to get a tattoo.

You're glancing around the room you've been allowed into.

"A side tattoo?" A deep, but soft voice asks behind you.

You jump at the sight of the man; tall, muscular, and covered in tattoos.

*"Yeah, kind of above my hip? Here," you point to yourself to show him where it'll go.

He glances up, dragging his eyes over your body, skipping where you point.

"Take your pants off." He says calmly.

"What? I thought I could just lower the waist line a bit?" You blush.

"I'll need space to put down the template and that won't give me enough space."

You look down at your cropped top. You'll be exposed.

Without a word, he slips off his shirt. "Put this on. It'll cover more than that."

He turns around while you slip into his shirt. His back is covered in tattoos.

He turns around, a smirk pulling at his lips. You've climbed in the chair, lying down with his shirt pulled down.

He steps closer, gloves now on his hands. He slowly pushes the shirt up past your thigh.

You bite your lip in embarrassment.

"Relax," he chuckles. "No need to be nervous."

"I'm in your shirt, in my underwear." You groan into your hands.

His knuckles graze your skin and you flinch.

He laughs. "I've seen plenty of women like this. Men, too."

He glances at you, "for tattoos, of course."

Then he winks, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm still a virgin."