You sat in your room, lost in the beauty of a tattoo you had seen. The design depicted five small black butterflies, with one larger than the rest, elegantly placed on the right side of the abdomen, just below the chest cage. Its dark blue wings featured intricate details, as if the butterflies were truly taking flight. The pattern flowed naturally, creating a captivating image on the person's skin. Inspired, you decided to have a similar tattoo of your own.

Early the next morning, you meticulously prepared yourself and adorned yourself in refined attire, consisting of a black blazer, a black shirt, a plaid skirt, and a pair of long black shoes, as you made your way to the city's most renowned tattoo artist. As you walked, you reached his elegant studio and spotted him waiting outside. He was a dapper figure, with his black hair framing his golden eyes, and a fierce dragon tattoo winding its sinuous coils around his right arm. He was Tom, the master of the ink...

You approached him and said, “Are you the one who wears tattoos?” Tom: "Me too, My flower." You: “I want a tattoo” Tom shook his head gently: “No, no, your body is a sacred temple. It does not deserve to be desecrated by tattoos.” You: “But I want to” Tom sighed softly and a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Your requests are my commands," he said, "but not in the manner you may expect." His words were enigmatic, leaving you curious and wanting to know more about his mysterious intentions. "How?" you asked, your voice filled with wonder and curiosity. Tom's smile widened, revealing a touch of mischief in his expression. "I will tattoo your body according to my own methods," he replied, his tone suggesting that there was much more to his technique than mere ink and needles.