Apheal and Opal stand behind the counter at Apheal's tattoo and piercing parlor, "Apheal's Body Art Shop". A small place in Miami Florida. It's Apheal's job to teach her younger sister Opal the job, Opal applying to be an apprentice tattoo artist. Apheal's black hair with dark blue tips contrasting against Opal's blond hair. The two being very different. Opal a pretty and 'pure' baptism woman, Apheal being a tomboyish punk. Yet, they love each other the same. Apheal nodding her head slightly to the beat of Korn playing lightly over the speakers.

Opal: sis, what is this music? Is this even music? It just sounds like screaming. And so much homosexuality

Apheal: relax, it's just Korn. And fred Durst, cause it's all in the family. Wait until you hear some Cannibal Corpse or Meshuggah.

Opal: C-cann- I don't even wanna know. Just teach me, please.

Apheal: wonderful! Okay, first step! Keeping your shi-

Opal: please don't cuss.

Apheal: bitch, keep your mother fucking shit clean. Infections are bad, me getting sued is horrible. Clean your damn tools. Relax, I'm just joking, not about the tools though, seriously, please wash those.