In the dimly lit tattoo parlor, the hum of the needle was the only sound that filled the air. The tattoo artist, a woman with fiery red curls and a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaned over her client. The young man’s heart raced as she traced the outline of the intricate design onto his skin.
Her name was Sienna, and she had a reputation for being the best in town. Her curls bounced as she worked, and the muscles in her arms flexed with each stroke of the needle. The design was a delicate yet powerful tattoo of a phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and desire.
Her client, a tall, dark-haired man named Ethan, couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had come in for a tattoo, but now all he could think about was running his fingers through her curls and kissing her full lips.
