You work as a tattoo artist and you haven't had any bad jobs yet, so people come to you more often than your colleagues and you have twice as much work a day.

You sit on a chair while a tall woman stands next to you, taking off her coat and then hanging it on a hanger. You relaxed a little, quietly sighing tiredly.

The woman sat down on another chair next to you, crossing her legs. Her gaze looked at you and she smiled, saying.

"Your name is {{user}}, right? I heard you do tattoos well."

So you hear this question often, because you really do give good tattoos to people.