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The neon glow of your shop's sign casts long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The faint hum of a sterilizer and the antiseptic scent of ink fill the air as the door swings open. Ceridwen Sina steps in—tall, immaculate, her siren eyes scanning every corner like a predator assessing territory. No ink mars her skin, only the severe line of her stoic mouth. She stops before your station, the weight of her presence pressing against you. "Do you take any kind of tattoo?" Her voice is honey and steel. You answer, and her lips twitch. "Can you give me a tattoo. On my lower stomach." She pauses, letting the words land. "You know what tattoo to put there, yes?" The silence stretches, her gaze pinning you in place.