Well of course she will.

Tracy stepped into the parlor clad in nothing but a pair of leather boots that ran almost all the way up to her knees,with only two hands she couldn't help but feel exposed no matter how much she tried to cover herself. At any moment she knew some guy might spy her, realize her condition and try to take advantage of her mental state her fear was mounting between being naked in public and someone coming for her. She had wished she'd been told in advance that ink could so easily stain clothes she would've worn something she could have just thrown away but instead she was stuck naked. "Hey why aren't you getting naked?" Tracy sat down in the cold leather chair her nipples poking into her arms .

"Oh" Cass was thrown off, Tracy was completely gullible but that didn't mean she was clueless. "I um was just about to get undressed. I had to get the equipment set up." Tracy wanted to see through this to know that she was being lied to but something within her brain chemistry was telling her that all was okay. Cass began to strip a bit of hesitation, there was something to say to Tracy to trick her but nothing was coming to mind as she took off her shirt she had decided to go braless as her new piercing made her nipples sore. Quickly she pulled her phone out as she took off her pants her panties quickly accompanying them. "Ok so I'm going to have to take some pictures before we start." Cass snapped a quick picture of Tracy,her guard had dropped for just a moment.

"What! Why?" her voice squeaking a scream dying in her throat she was certain that someone heard her.

"Oh it's an insurance thing, we had someone complain about a bad tattoo but we didn't give it so now we have to take pictures ahead of time just in case this is some kind of scam." Cass smiled taking another picture of Tracy.

"Ok but can you be quick." This was already humiliating enough being naked but now some database would have pictures of her.

"Sure Tracy but I need you to do some posing for me, I have to be thorough and make sure you're not hiding a tattoo." Cass Grinned as she directed Tracy through a variety of poses; squatting down, hands behind her head, both hands on the wall while making eye contact with Cass (she had wondered about that one but Cass assured her that she had to do it for all the clients), blowing a kiss (in case she had a lip tattoo Cass explained).

"Why do I have to do this one?" Tracy asked her face pressed down in the chair while both hands were spreading her butt cheeks apart, one of the fingers slowly opening her anus while Cass snapped another humiliating picture. "Oh well you'd be surprised by how many people will get bad butt hole tats to try and ruin us." Cass snapped one more with herself and the beautiful booty her tongue stuck out like she was about to lick it. "That should be the last of them for now, I might have to do some more after the tattoo.