![]() Evidently, the young man could feel it as well. No words were spoken, but she could almost feel his anger at the young man's rudeness. He nodded and went to the young man and the biker. He waited until she sat, then offered her a large book to look through. The dragon on his back seemed alive as he moved. "The designs are here," he said, turning towards a low table and a pair of easy chairs. She was beginning to wish she were twenty years younger and in better shape. "A small one." He smiled slightly and nodded. "I was considering a tattoo," she replied softly. The amber eyes warmed as she didn't flinch from him. A dragon tattoo peered over his shoulder, its claws on his upper arm and its tail curling around his torso and disappearing under his belt. He was wearing only leather pants and boots. His long blond hair was pulled back into a tail. She ignored him to look up at the golden-eyed giant. "May I help you?" His soft, deep voice was courteous. She turned and found herself looking at a massively muscled chest. She was finding it hard to believe that this place deserved the reputation for excellent work that it had.Ī soft touch on her shoulder. A young man with stringy brown hair was tattooing a pudgy biker. Then, taking a deep breath to gather her courage, she went inside. The shop was in a rather seedy part of town.
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