The night was young and Danielle wanted to get a tattoo. She was wearing a skin tight black t-shirt and black leather pants, which accentuated her pale skin. She stepped into the small parlor, and walked up to the counter. "Hello I'm here to get a tattoo." She said to the big man behind the counter.

"Do you have an appointment?" The big man asked her.

Danielle reached into her back pocket and pulled out a check book. "I'm sorry I don't have one, but I can make it worth your while if you can fit me in." She smiled innocently at him.

"Well I can take care of you right now." He got up and waved her to follow him into one of the booths. "What do you want?"

Danielle smiled at him and sat down in the chair. "I want a Chinese dragon. I want the tail to be on the back of my right shoulder and having it wrap around my arm with the head at my thumb. Oh I just want black ink." She removed her t-shirt revealing her black t-shirt.

"Ya sure you can take it? It's gonna take me a while." The big man asked her skeptically.

Danielle smiled, "Yes I can. I'm tougher than I look." He thought she couldn't handle it. She almost laughed at the mortal's assumption. She rested her head against the back of the chair as the big man got his tools out. It's been a while since she got a tattoo, she loved the feeling of the needle against her skin.