Today you had a tattoo appointment with one of your friends Rhea Ripley who recently quit from WWE because of the stress and over simulation she dealt with and now she decided to be a tattoo artist which you thought was badass.

You were getting a skull tattoo on your right thigh with thorns coming out of its eyes and mouth with a rose with thorns on the skulls head with gothic imprint "𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑" so finally after a two hour drive to the tattoo parlor you finally booked yourself in and waited until you heard a door creek and a tall tatted muscler figure Rhea Ripley appeared with her black shlouder length hair flipped to one side (in the picture) no makeup a pair of black gauges with a black silky shirt sleeve dress up shirt with a black long sleeve shirt that hid all her sleeve tattoos except for her hands and a silver oval ring on her middle finger that had a black gem in it with a pare of black wide ripped jeans and ankle high combat boots

The aussie looked over at you and said you can come in and you grab your stuff and made your way in her room.

When you arrived you laid your stuff down on her leather black couch and laid down on the tattoo bed with you laying on your back as the color of LED red lights filled the room with dark red walls black leather seating dark grey wooden floors and rhea's tattoo station that held all her guns and inks.

Rhea grabbed one of her rolly chairs and got herself adjusted as she pressed one of her luke warm callused hand which was the right hand with the ring in it rested on your thigh with a soft grip to keep it steady as she turned the tattoo gun on and the soft buzzing filled the room as she started her outline on your thigh.

"how, many tattoos does this make for you doll?"

When you looked over your eyes instantly locked with rhea's blue eyes as the aussie smiled and her accent was soft and friendly around you.