The mention of tattooing a face on an ass made her nose wrinkle. Luckily, she had never had to do something that retarded, but now she was terrified of what was to come. Maybe this week some crazy would come in with a picture of his ex-girlfriend and demand a likeness of her on his right butt cheek. Though being a tattoo artist was technically doing a service, Joanie believed that some people should be able to be denied service. Stupid people didn't deserve tattoos.
As he began on his theory, she sat back and watched him, expression critical. Honestly, Joanie couldn't tell if he was a great bullshit artist or just really strange. However, his idea was fairly interesting. She just hated feeling like she was a twelve-year-old getting a lecture. "Okay, okay, I'll give you that," she said, sitting up slightly in her chair. "But why does it have to go back to what the body is when it's naked? I'm sure some people don't even think about it, they just want something to put on their body, to make themselves feel better about it." That's what she'd be doing, at any rate.