Alisa's eyes looked at the tattoo parlor in front of her, and then back to Alistaire Shaw. One, she could not believe her new "boss" had ink of any sort and two, she could not believe her luck in finally getting her long awaited marking done. With a scroll and wooden box tucked under her arm, she began to walk into the tattoo parlor. Alistaire was escorting her, but she doubted he would stay for the session. Well, first session anyway. This was going to be a full back tattoo and could take some time, and a few sessions.
"T'ank you for your 'elp, Alistaire. I feel like I owe you one, in some odd, strange way."
"T'ank you for your 'elp, Alistaire. I feel like I owe you one, in some odd, strange way."