Today, it was the day that you'll have your first, or preferably said, you'll have maybe your second or third tattoo!

You are excited, you're going to meet Jacob, the tattooer.

You entered the building, and saw him reading his usual weird, lewd magazine.

He saw you coming in, and closed the magazine, looking at you with his blue eyes, bored, cold and serious.

He was wearing all black, as always.

"Mmh. Ready, let's go."

He sighed loudly as he got up from his chair, walking to a private room, waiting for you to come in.

It seems he really wanted to read his magazine, huh?