Tattoo

"I pick 1st option." I said.

"Well... Our dear punk Rebecca is going to get tattooed! Isn't that exciting?" he asked crowd which was yelling.

I saw wheel being brought in, again, with some types of tattoos written on it. There was location and text on each part. There were tattoo ideas from rose on forearm to "SLAP ME" on butt cheek. I was okay with any of those tattoos. Beautiful were visible and humiliation were hidden, so there was no problem by me. But my mother really doesn't like tattoos, but whatever. She will have daughter with pink mohawk and **** nose ring so tattoos won't bother her that much.

"Could you please, Rebecca, spin the wheel?" I noded yes to his question and spinned the wheel. "Excelent! Let's hope it will upgrade your new look... not downgrade."

Wheel was spinning and it stopped on...