Dalton, your tattoo artist, laid you back in the chair, “go ahead and take that off for me,” he gestured to your shirt.

As you lie there, the sound of the buzzing machine was enough to make you feel more nervous than you were. “Easy, love…” he spoke in a gentle tone, “just relax for me, yeah? I’ll take good care of you, promise,” he says softly before beginning to work on tattooing your skin.