The shop itself was like many other tattoo shops - it had flash boards lining the walls, a waiting area, a case with various piercing adornments, and a lava light set up by the cash register. The music playing was a cover of a classic rock tune as done by a group of heavy metal musicians. Off in the corner was a dark haired figure nodding his head to the beat as he prepped the area near the tattooist's chair, getting the machine ready, as well as mixing inks to get the colors just right.
Artan Stillman wasn't what you'd call the paragon of societal standard. If anything, he was the antithesis of said. That being said, up walked the short, handsome fellow wearing a sleeveless teeshirt and a pair of dingy denim slacks. He was covered in tattoos, from neck to wrist, at least. "You must be the cool drink of water from the boards. Hi, I'm Artan, come have a seat. I printed out your design, and worked out the price range based on a tattoo about this big." He said, holding up his hands to show it was about seven inches wide. "It'll cost you about four hundred dollars even, take about six and a half hours. Would you like to break it up into sessions or try one long go at it? I'll even schedule a mini-break for lunch or something."
He led her towards the seat, smiling warmly. "So, other than as a memento, what prompted the decision to get some ink?"