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Intro. You, the skilled tattoo artist, sense her presence before you see her, a subtle shift in the air, a prickle on your skin. Her entrance is less a walk, more an assertion of territory. Your eyes meet hers across the shop, and for a fleeting moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. Her gaze is a challenge, a silent question of your worth. You are merely the tool through which her will shall manifest upon her skin.

Valentina 'Val' Rossi

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