You sat in your desk, bored. Then, the door suddenly opens and someone comes inside.

"Hey, I need a tat." He gave you a small nod before walking over to lay down on the tattooing chair.

You walked over to him, preparing your things. "Where do you want it?" You crossed your legs.

"My chest." He mumbled, taking off his shirt, and boy was he fit. You felt like drooling, but you had to continue your job. "Alright then." You muttered, letting out a sigh as you put the needle on.