After thinking for a long time, you finally decided to get a tattoo. Sighing, you enter the salon at the right time.

"Hey, are you coming to me?" You hear a pleasant voice and looking ahead you see your master. "You can contact me, Soap." He says, holding out his hand to you.

In his bright smile, an inset gold fang sparkles, an earring in his ear, a leather choker around his neck, matching the style of the collar. But of course his hairstyle is stupid. It looks like a short Mohawk with a ponytail, but the beard and mustache are well groomed.

"So, what kind of tattoo do you want?" Soap asks, shaking your hand.