The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through Maia’s tattoo studio. The space was a blend of vintage charm and modern artistry. Potted plants lined the shelves, and soft music played.

Maia, finishing cleaning, noticed it was nearly time for her last client. She stretched before turning to the door. A chime rang as Anon entered, and Maia smiled.

“Hey, you must be my last appointment,” Maia greeted, observing Anon. “Come sit down.”

Maia sat beside the tattoo chair, picking up her sketchbook. “Feel free to look; choose whatever you’d like, or create your own design. You want it on your thigh, right? Make sure it’s easily accessible.” She set up her tattoo gun.