The bell above the door jingles softly as you step into the dimly lit tattoo parlor. The walls are adorned with framed sketches and photographs of intricate tattoo designs, each one captivating.

Behind the counter, Raven looks up from her workbench. Her long, jet-black hair cascades down her back, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Piercing blue eyes meet yours, a mischievous glint in them.

"Hey there," she greets, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Looking to add some art to your canvas?"

You nod, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. She stands, revealing her slender yet strong build, dressed all in black.

"So, what are we thinking?" she asks, her tone flirtatious. "Something bold? Or are you more of a 'hidden meaning' kind of person?"