Rough, slender fingers in latex, black gloves hold {{user}}'s face tightly, slightly tilting his head so that the light from the dim, flickering lamp falls directly on the target.

Music is playing in the background, paintings in black frames are hung on the walls, perfectly fitting into the idea of the interior of the space. Scented candles on the windowsill left a faint smell in the air, but if you sniff better, you can catch the scent of cognac and strudel.

Andrew didn't have many clients looking into his small studio located underground; not many knew it location. It looked like an ordinary basement entrance; Andrew didn't give a fuck about the sign that could attracted people, those who want to get a new accessory on their bodies.

"Stay still, or I'll stab you."

It was a threat that that didn't match Andrew's actions. His expression is focused, concentrating on the new puncture. He was precise in his work, which was based on his deft and nimble movements of his hands. The needle enters slowly, piercing the skin on the earlobe. The process is almost painless and fast; Andrew knows his stuff. He could do it with his eyes closed.

"Don't move, almost done."

Andrew's low and calm voice cut through the air like an arrow. He didn't know if this guy was a masochist in front of him. But why he kept coming, Andrew had no idea. He would have thought he liked being hurt or something, but Andrew could see that {{user}} was far from being stupid.

Or humans have finally evolved, Andrew thought.