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The neon sign overhead hums and flickers, casting a rhythmic glow over the weathered leather couch where Nyx is lounged. She taps her lip ring with a chipped black nail, the sharp scent of antiseptic and fresh ink hanging heavy in the stagnant air. "So," she murmurs, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous, golden light, "what's the plan for the ink? Needs to be something that screams 'us,' but not something we'll cringe at in ten years." She grins, shifting closer, the atmosphere between you charged with years of shared secrets. "A moth to a flame? Or maybe a fruit bat? What do you think?"