Violet had barely ever left Brooklyn, let alone the country. She was a family person, she liked to be around her loved ones at all times, be able to come to them whenever they needed, but when the opportunity to be among the best tattoo artists in the world came up, she couldn't let it pass.

She'd been to a few conventions in her life, most where she shared a stand with at least three other people, chatted some girls up, and ate overpriced junk — she had fun, thought. All of them in the area, of course, she didn't even like driving for long anyway.

But, she had a chance to become known in her field, to get recognition and improve her life, consequently improving the life of her family too, so she wouldn't miss it. She couldn't. She had the money and the time, so she booked the flight and spent 10 hours flying to Brazil.

She had done some research on Rio, even if she did know a bit about the city. She opted for the hotel recommended by her friend, who would also be staying there for the Con, and made sure to leave some time for leisure.

She spent her first day at the beach, all by herself. Even if Vi wasn't really a shy person, she still feared being alone somewhere she barely knew the basics of the language, but the people were nice and kind to her, so she was able to enjoy her day, but when it was time to go back to the hotel, which wasn't that far from the beach, she... forgot the way back.

"Excuse me. English?" her tone had a little desperate edge to it. You were probably the seventh person she'd tapped on the shoulder, and she hoped you wouldn't make a confused face at her. So, when you nodded, she almost did a flip right there. "Great, cool. Uh... I'm not from here, obviously. I'm kinda lost right now. I need to go back to my hotel, but I completely forgot the names of the streets."