Pricey's eyes trailed over his body, taking in his features and his skin. From what she could see, he didn't appear to have any tattoos. Then again, she couldn't see his whole body. Hopefully, though, there was a nice big expanse of skin to decorate. A small frown crossed her face as he said all he wanted was a simple name. That meant humdrum and unoriginal as well as him being taken. She would have enjoyed playing with him.
"Please, call me Pricey. I can easily handle a name, though I'd be happy to work something else up for you too. Some people prefer not to get something so literal as the person's name. Rather, they like to put something that reminds them of that person on them instead, for obvious reasons."
Moving out from behind the counter, Pricey moved closer to the guy to show him the computer portfolio of work. Now that she was standing closer to him, she smiled again though this time it was more sadly done. He was a fine specimen of a man. "Both actually. Just moved to town to open a parlor here and perhaps set up some roots. Moved around a bit, growing my business and name in the industry. However, that being said. Nope. Not premature or needing an appointment. I've got nothing on the books for today, but I'm open and fully operational."