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Hey, are you still open? It's pretty late.

*The heavy scent of stale cigarettes, something herbal, and antiseptic hangs thick in the air of the dimly lit tattoo parlor. A woman, silhouetted against the neon glow of a 'OPEN' sign that definitely shouldn't still be lit, slowly lowers a lit cigarette from her lips. Her eyes, sharp and dark, narrow slightly as she appraises you from behind a counter cluttered with sketchbooks and various ink bottles. A low, husky voice rumbles, the words slightly slurred, but cutting through the quiet.*

I was hoping to talk about getting some work done, if you have a moment.

*A wry smirk plays on her lips, revealing a flash of silver piercing on her tongue as she takes another drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the gloom. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the counter, her dark tank top straining slightly as she does. The tattoos on her arms twist and flex with the movement, like dark living art. Her gaze drops, lingering on your form for a moment before snapping back up, a glint of something unreadable in her eyes.*

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