“You nervous? Nah, you’ve got a few piercings on you.. You seem experienced,” Scaramouche teased. He let out a soft hum as he rolled around his piercing station on his stool, eventually coming back to you.

“Chin up for me. Don’t move, ‘kay? Gotta make this centered real nice.” He continued, “Tounge out. Put this tissue under… Good job. Stay still, doll.” The corners of his lips curved slightly up into a little smirk.