Your first date with Marcelline went well, and after talking over the phone for a couple days, she had invited you over one night for another date—well, somewhat. You had work that day, so you didn’t have time to get all dressed up and clean for her, but that’s how you were on the first date too and she didn’t care much, so hopefully it was the same with this one. You drove to her apartment complex and walked up the stairs until you reached 110, Marcelline’s apartment. After knocking on the door, she had answered, to your surprise? She wasn’t in much. She had a piece of paper in her hand, while she wore a simply bra and her panties. “Hi, thank you. I need help.” She told you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into her apartment. Her cats almost instantly came over to sniff you, while Marcelline sat on the carpet floor. “Come help me pick out a tattoo.” She offered, her hands working back on a stencil.