You let her do whatever she wants.

“Fuck I don’t know, I have people after me that seem to find me no matter what I do, so I think I need someone else’s help. Do whatever you want. Fuck it go nuts I don’t care at this point.”

She laughs another little snort, “Ok you asked for it. Have a seat.” She pats on a little padded chair and pulls up an odd little device with exposed wires hanging out. You feel a little pinch at the base of your neck then everything goes black. After an unknown time you are looking up at her now slumped in the padded chair.

“What did you do?” You ask pulling yourself up and notice immediately that the little rings in your nipples replaced with silver barbells, and the ring in your navel is now a stud with a 1” chain with a black gem dangling down. She walks you in front of a triple mirror so you can check yourself out and see the only other piercings she added were a little ring in the center of your nose and another in your lip at the left corner of your mouth. As for tattoos she apparently loves her work, you now have what you would have assumed took several weeks of ink work to make. Both of your arms are covered with beautiful tattoos of sexy nearly and some completely naked girls either making out with, or being tormented by various monsters, demons, and the like, You have a graveyard scene at your lower back with a ghostly winged figure above it rising up your spine carrying off an apparently passed out sexy blond woman wearing a schoolgirl outfit ripped just enough to show one of her breasts gripped in the apparently solid claw of the monster, your right shoulder blade sports a full moon behind wispy clouds to complete the scene. An intricate tribal design in a vaguely wing shape is artfully positioned below your navel so the edges would peak out over a pair of low rise pants or skirt. Finally you have a black leafy vine coiling down your right leg with what look like tiny naughty fairies wearing sexy slutty striped stockings, **** heels, and little else apparently climbing the vine to get to the fun above. All of the art is black and white, however there is a bit of blood red here and there on lips of creatures or droplets of blood here and there to give it all a tiny punch of color. “Holy shit.” Is all you can say as you turn taking it all in.

“No prob. Kaylani pays me pretty good, and there is no way anyone will think that was done in an hour. You are now the proud wearer of one of my cool fantasy designs. I forgot to ask you about your head though, Kaylani acted like you wanted to stay bald, and if you do that is fine I can add something to liven up that pretty skull of yours, or I can easily tell the nanites to grow you whatever style and color you like.”