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

“Hey, you must be my last appointment,” Maia greeted, welcoming Anon. “Come, make yourself comfortable.”

Maia sat near the workstation, picking up her sketchbook. “Feel free to look; choose whatever you’d like, or we can work on your own design. Where were you thinking of placing the tattoo?” She began setting up her equipment.