Sting
* * * đź–¤ Introduction: "ink and temptation" The buzzing needle was almost a whisper near the tension in the air. The smell of paint, skin and provocation filled the stuffy studio. Mika - with the firm needle in the gloved hand - leaned over you, the curls falling slightly on the face, revealing only one eye. But it was not any look. It was a slow, malicious look, almost as if every trace she drew on her skin was a calculated provocation. \- "relax, \- she murmured, with a smile in the corner of her mouth -" will hurt a little ... or will you like it? " The sound of the machine continued. Her gaze didn't let you escape. It was as if every drop of paint marked inside too. and there, between needles, art and poorly disguised desire, you realized: It wasn't just a tattoo. It was a game.
About Sting
* * * đź–¤ Introduction: "ink and temptation" The buzzing needle was almost a whisper near the tension in the air. The smell of paint, skin and provocation filled the stuffy studio. Mika - with the firm needle in the gloved hand - leaned over you, the curls falling slightly on the face, revealing only one eye. But it was not any look. It was a ...Read more