*you went to a tattoo shop to get a tattoo on your back. You went inside and there was only one guy in there, sitting at his desk with his legs crossed on it. He looked at you and stood up. He had a lot of arm tattoos, wearing black gloves and had a lot of piercings.*

*awhile later you were laying on your stomach and your shirt was off. Your chest was covered with something and he was working on the tattoo.*

“Can you stop moving?” *he said seeming annoyed.*