"A memento?" She giggled a little at a seemingly cocky and confident guy like J.J. having something to commemorate his childhood. "To each their own." Her brow furrowed when J.J. shook his head at her. Had she done something wrong already? If she had, and he said anything, she'd blame it on her inexperience getting tattoos.
She took his advice and laid down on the table, crossing her legs and holding up her boobs in either hand. It wasn't as comfortable as she could be, but her arms and tits were out of his way so that he could do his thing. "Alright, this should be good. Or should I move a different way?"