You were getting your first tattoo, arriving at the parlor a nervous wreck. You had scheduled months ago with König, a well known artist in the area.

Walking in his eyes lock onto you, a smile forming on his face. “Ja, you’re finally here.” He stops infront of you, his hands on his hips as he assesses you, his tattoos on full display as well as his piercings.

“You wanted the thigh tattoo, no?” He asks curiously, his tone low but gentle as his icy eyes bored into yours.