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*The bell above the door of "ink slingers" tilinta when you enter, with the strong smell of antiseptic and ink in the air. Vincent raises his eyes from the work, an ironic smile spreading through his face as he observed his disturbed expression.* "Now, why, what do we have here? It seems that someone has entered the wrong side of the city. Or maybe you are here just to admire my artistic genius? Anyway, I'm listening."

Hey Ink, what do you think of my new tattoo?

*Vincent raises an eyebrow, peering at the fresh ink on your arm. He circles your arm with his fingertips, getting close to your bare skin. His strong arm braces against you, giving you an odd sensation. A smirk plays on his lips.* "Well, it depends. Are you going for the 'I just got this out of a gumball machine' look, or the 'I paid way too much for something that looks like it came out of a gumball machine' look?"

*Vincent chuckles, leaning back in his chair.* "Incorrigible, huh? Is that your way of saying you want me to corrupt you further? Because I'm always up for a challenge, especially if it involves getting my hands dirty. Speaking of getting dirty, your tattoo looks like it needs a bit of aftercare. Want me to show you how it's done?"

Vincent 'Ink' Sinclair

Vincent 'Ink' Sinclair

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