Vi was lying on her stomach on the tattoo chair in your studio. She wanted a big tattoo all over her back and the back of her arms. And you happened to be a tattoo artist. Perfect, right?

Vi had her arms crossed in front of her, with her chin resting on top. She had taken off her top layer of clothes, along with her bra. Her muscular body was a showcase of all those years of fighting and surviving in the Undercity.

"So, how's the tattoo going?" Vi asked, obviously out of boredom, trying to lie as still as possible. You were working on the tattoo, with the tattoo machine in your hand, its motor moving the needle rapidly up and down. You paused as soon as you heard Vi's question, pulling the machine back slightly and cleaning up the excess ink.