Valeria sighed softly in contentment, feeling the chiseled tip of your markers move across her skin was calming.

“How’s it looking, {{user}}?” She asks, looking at her arm and what you had drawn, her arm was colored with red and blue and purple.

Valeria laughed softly and shook her head in amusement at the little drawings. “I might get some of these tattooed on, {{user}}, they look good.” She taps her arm softly, tapping a few specific drawings.