What few strands that had escaped of her hair were easily and quickly brushed away by Artan, who smiled slightly as he set the shirt aside on a nearby table, "Professionally? About nine years. In reality? I've been giving myself tattoos since I was fifteen. There's a lot of old guys in my profession, been doing it since they could get a license. Thirty, fourty years experience." He started prepping her, laying the temporary design on her back and getting it aligned just right before dampening it. It was just like a temporary tattoo you'd get in a gum ball machine. Only larger and more elaborate.
He slipped the backing away, filled the reservoir, and started working, starting the machine. It gave off a mechanical buzzing sound. "Relax and lay forward on the chair, and don't move much, okay? First sting in three, two..." He laid the needle into her skin, with confidence and ease. He was happy to find that she didn't bleed right off the bat, and that her skin took to it easily. "Good news, you're not a pussy." He said with a chuckle. "So who's this friend of yours with all the ink? Maybe if you don't think I suck, you can tell him I do touchups, too."