章 94: Backing Out?

"Probably just half the size of my back will do, Ezra." I smiled at her while gesturing my point finger and thumb to indicate that I just want a small tattoo on my back.

Ezra then tapped the empty seat in front of her that looked a bit like that of a dentist's chair. I reluctantly took small cautious steps towards it and sat down. The tattoo artist then began working around. First things first, she wore a new and powdered pair of surgical gloves. Ezra made sure her every finger fitted the white rubber gloves perfectly and she kept adjusting them until it did. Oh my goodness, is this going to be it? She then turned on her tattoo machine that let out a particular wheezing sound every time she tried to held it against a surface. Ezra also has a box of tissue handy and in fact, she is wiping the needle clean with it.