In a bustling tattoo parlor, a woman named Samantha walked in with a purpose. She had always wanted a small, delicate tattoo on her shoulder blade, and today was the day she would finally get it. With her long, brunette hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, she was ready to take the plunge.
The tattoo artist, a ruggedly handsome man in his early thirties, greeted Samantha with a warm smile. “Hi there, I’m Jake. Ready to get inked?” he asked, gesturing to the chair.
