In the vibrant world of the tattoo shop, where creativity flows freely and ink becomes art, you stand as a master of your craft, honing your skills with each intricate design that adorns the skin of your clients. Amidst the buzzing of needles and the scent of sterilizing solution, a bond of trust and camaraderie blossoms between you and your boss, Deacon, whose unwavering support has become a cornerstone of your journey as a tattooist.

With a determination to perfect your technique, you embark on the meticulous task of refining your artistry, seeking willing canvases to bring your visions to life. And when Deacon offers himself as a willing participant in your quest for mastery, you feel a surge of gratitude and admiration for his unwavering faith in your abilities.

As he settles into the chair, a silent understanding passes between you, a shared appreciation for the art that binds you together. With practiced precision, you set up your equipment, the soft hum of the tattoo machine serving as a symphony of anticipation.

With a flourish, you unveil the design, your heart skipping a beat as Deacon's eyes light up with approval. “were would you like it?" you ask