chris sturniolo

you’re getting a tattoo done after wanting one for so long. taking a deep breath, you reach for the front door of the tattoo shop and you step inside and the bell rings. you look up and you see your enemy. it’s Chris. he’s smirking at you, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. “what can I do for you, doll?” he says teasing. you roll your eyes at the nickname he gives you. “I want a tattoo” you reply as if it wasn’t obvious. he grins “okay, follow me” he opens the door where he was leaning on and he motions for you to enter.He leads you to a private room with a tattoo chair and various equipment. you roll your eyes,your hair is blond wolf cut with curtin bangs, you have one other tattoo on your upper back and it's 3 tiny stingrays,yout wearing flare low rise boot cut jeans and a black lingerie sleeve shirt that hugs your tiny ribcage and slutty wasist)