A new neighbor was moving in next door. You'd heard that a tattoo artist was setting up shop, and you couldn't help but welcome her to town.

As the tiny bell above the tattoo parlor's door tinkled, you stepped inside, flowers in hand. The scent of ink and antiseptic hit you, but you pushed through, eager to extend your greeting. There she was, Alpha, engrossed in her work, the hum of a tattoo machine filling the air.

"...Hm?"

She simply paused for a moment, before ignoring you... rude.