05-22-2018, 01:00 AM
Since Ash had no direction to go from there, she decided to lead Jazza back through the city on her own. A few blocks later, she brought out her cyberdeck and began to search through the dataverse to look for a place known for good body ink and piercings.
HONEST to Goodness Tattoo and Body Piercings was the first place on the list, with its angel wings and ripped off middle-eastern symbolism Ash quickly passed. Even if they were good, the best of the best, probably wasn’t the type of people to approve of a demoness walking in and getting a piercing in the place she wanted.
Liquid Courage was next to a pretty website that put names to faces and told a story of their history that she quickly opted to ignore instead of reading. The photos made her feel more likely to go there, but she couldn’t find any pictures that showed off their proud accomplishments. Furthermore, sounded more like a place to get some ink than some metal. She passed.
Mad Hatter’s Tattoos sounded amazing, there was a heavy amount of pride and art here. Photos of hundreds of pieces the artists have done were aplenty, as well as a few pictures of their piercings. Ash, however, was so turned off by the Alice in Wonderland’s influence that was apparent in every piece of art that she had to pass or else risk a grinning cat surgically attached to her in one way or another…
Bicycle Tattoo looked as good as you imagine it would. The word to describe it would be ‘dapper’. Its atmosphere looked welcoming and understanding of her image. However, she decided against going in for her piercings still. There had been no open advertisement or even prices for piercings. This one was a bit of a hard pass though she did save the contact information for later if she ever gets the idea to do another tattoo.
Finally, she settled on a place called Broken Heart. Its symbol was a pierced heart and a hand drawing a band-aid on the crack with a tattoo gun. It showed a variety of artists but also advertised heavily in the piercing of the strange kind. She had her location picked out.
Jazza followed Ash faithfully as they walked the streets of tier five. There were plenty of people walking about and minding their own business. Some stopped to stare at the lone stormtrooper and point asking their parents why they were there. Of course, the mother’s didn’t have an answer and rushed their kids along. There were a few kids playing stickball that has caught the attention of a small crowd. Ash made the escort stop and watch for a bit, but quickly moved on.
Eventually, they passed territories, a couple in the process. Unknowingly Ash entered the new territory of Hijiri’s. She noted the Tower but thought it looked like a cute tourist attraction more than anything. Jazza was keeping her eyes on a pair of kids that had followed them only to stop in the middle and avoid the new territory.
As for trouble, it was surprisingly tame at this time. Maybe because the single white soldier was openly following her, maybe it was because everyone else was busy causing trouble for each other. Either way, the walk was pretty uneventful except the various people on corners trying to sell them flowers, snow cones, or other treats. Jazza coldly rejected every one of them, but Ash took a cotton candy without hesitation and was still eating it as they neared the neighborhood Broken Heart was located.
“How long do you think this will take?” She asked her assignment.
“Depends on how many people are in line,” Ash said, popping in another blue piece of fluff into her mouth.
“If its a short line?” Jazza continued her questions.
“It’s a piercing. It will take longer for me to do the paperwork.” Ash replied with a friendliness only cotton candy can bring.
Jazza’s only response was to grunt as they rounded the corner.
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As Ash promised, the longest part was doing the paperwork, primarily because she hadn’t finished her treat beforehand. Jazza watched the Prime eat a piece of cotton, jot a couple of letters or numbers down, and then repeat. She didn’t finish the permission forms until she was done with her candy and couldn’t stall much longer. As soon as she turned it in they were already processing her walk in and preparing the needles.
Jazza hadn’t heard what kind of piercing she’d wanted, just that it required a private room. This was a red flag to the stormtrooper and she demanded to go in with her. The people at Broken Heart looked nervous about this, but Ash gave permission quickly and without a sign of it being a problem. This bothered Jazza most.
The Storm Demon’s papers were looked through casually as if the desk clerk has memorized the forms and was just checking to make sure everything was in order. They had been one of 3 people there, and no one had been in line for the piercing portion of the shop. So they were already waving her in. As promised, Ash gave Jazza a come here sign to let her follow in. Jazza was a bit nervous as she walked through the black curtains.
There was a seat prepared for her, off to the corner where she could see a table. Ash took a seat on what looked like the type of cushioned bed that you’d see at a medical facility, the footholds already pulled out and sanitized. This only made the soldier that much more wary of what would be going on here. “This is for a piercing, correct?” She asked.
“Yep,” Ash answered honestly.
“What kind, exactly?” Jazza was hesitant to ask.
“Cliterous Piercing.” The body artist answered, coming in with some equipment and begins to wash his hands. “The only way to shorten that is ‘clit’.”
“W-Wha-” Jazza was clearly shocked at this information, she tried to hide her fluster despite them not able to see her face. “Why would you pierce your…” She couldn’t even finish it.
“Women do it for various reasons.” He had introduced himself to Ash as Al Vaughn. “Primarily for the rumored enhanced sexual experiences after it's been done. Sometimes it's to impress a guy.”
“Is this for that guy we just met?” Jazza’s dry tone softened with confusion.
“Hm?” Ash asked, already forgetting she’d played up that relationship with that guy from the casino. “No. This is for me.” Ash said, smiling as her tail whipped catlike behind her.
Jazza went on to argue, then remembered how flirty she’d been.
“Ready?” Al asked, pulling black latex gloved over his tattooed hands and unwrapping the needle and ring she’d purchased.
“Of course.” Ash sang, before getting back to her feet and beginning to undress her lower half.
She gave Jazza a glance, her last chance to leave. The stormtrooper would never admit it, but she stayed more out of curiosity than because she had to. The Storm Demon apparently having corrupted her mind enough to make her curious if the procedure hurt at all.
HONEST to Goodness Tattoo and Body Piercings was the first place on the list, with its angel wings and ripped off middle-eastern symbolism Ash quickly passed. Even if they were good, the best of the best, probably wasn’t the type of people to approve of a demoness walking in and getting a piercing in the place she wanted.
Liquid Courage was next to a pretty website that put names to faces and told a story of their history that she quickly opted to ignore instead of reading. The photos made her feel more likely to go there, but she couldn’t find any pictures that showed off their proud accomplishments. Furthermore, sounded more like a place to get some ink than some metal. She passed.
Mad Hatter’s Tattoos sounded amazing, there was a heavy amount of pride and art here. Photos of hundreds of pieces the artists have done were aplenty, as well as a few pictures of their piercings. Ash, however, was so turned off by the Alice in Wonderland’s influence that was apparent in every piece of art that she had to pass or else risk a grinning cat surgically attached to her in one way or another…
Bicycle Tattoo looked as good as you imagine it would. The word to describe it would be ‘dapper’. Its atmosphere looked welcoming and understanding of her image. However, she decided against going in for her piercings still. There had been no open advertisement or even prices for piercings. This one was a bit of a hard pass though she did save the contact information for later if she ever gets the idea to do another tattoo.
Finally, she settled on a place called Broken Heart. Its symbol was a pierced heart and a hand drawing a band-aid on the crack with a tattoo gun. It showed a variety of artists but also advertised heavily in the piercing of the strange kind. She had her location picked out.
Jazza followed Ash faithfully as they walked the streets of tier five. There were plenty of people walking about and minding their own business. Some stopped to stare at the lone stormtrooper and point asking their parents why they were there. Of course, the mother’s didn’t have an answer and rushed their kids along. There were a few kids playing stickball that has caught the attention of a small crowd. Ash made the escort stop and watch for a bit, but quickly moved on.
Eventually, they passed territories, a couple in the process. Unknowingly Ash entered the new territory of Hijiri’s. She noted the Tower but thought it looked like a cute tourist attraction more than anything. Jazza was keeping her eyes on a pair of kids that had followed them only to stop in the middle and avoid the new territory.
As for trouble, it was surprisingly tame at this time. Maybe because the single white soldier was openly following her, maybe it was because everyone else was busy causing trouble for each other. Either way, the walk was pretty uneventful except the various people on corners trying to sell them flowers, snow cones, or other treats. Jazza coldly rejected every one of them, but Ash took a cotton candy without hesitation and was still eating it as they neared the neighborhood Broken Heart was located.
“How long do you think this will take?” She asked her assignment.
“Depends on how many people are in line,” Ash said, popping in another blue piece of fluff into her mouth.
“If its a short line?” Jazza continued her questions.
“It’s a piercing. It will take longer for me to do the paperwork.” Ash replied with a friendliness only cotton candy can bring.
Jazza’s only response was to grunt as they rounded the corner.
-
As Ash promised, the longest part was doing the paperwork, primarily because she hadn’t finished her treat beforehand. Jazza watched the Prime eat a piece of cotton, jot a couple of letters or numbers down, and then repeat. She didn’t finish the permission forms until she was done with her candy and couldn’t stall much longer. As soon as she turned it in they were already processing her walk in and preparing the needles.
Jazza hadn’t heard what kind of piercing she’d wanted, just that it required a private room. This was a red flag to the stormtrooper and she demanded to go in with her. The people at Broken Heart looked nervous about this, but Ash gave permission quickly and without a sign of it being a problem. This bothered Jazza most.
The Storm Demon’s papers were looked through casually as if the desk clerk has memorized the forms and was just checking to make sure everything was in order. They had been one of 3 people there, and no one had been in line for the piercing portion of the shop. So they were already waving her in. As promised, Ash gave Jazza a come here sign to let her follow in. Jazza was a bit nervous as she walked through the black curtains.
There was a seat prepared for her, off to the corner where she could see a table. Ash took a seat on what looked like the type of cushioned bed that you’d see at a medical facility, the footholds already pulled out and sanitized. This only made the soldier that much more wary of what would be going on here. “This is for a piercing, correct?” She asked.
“Yep,” Ash answered honestly.
“What kind, exactly?” Jazza was hesitant to ask.
“Cliterous Piercing.” The body artist answered, coming in with some equipment and begins to wash his hands. “The only way to shorten that is ‘clit’.”
“W-Wha-” Jazza was clearly shocked at this information, she tried to hide her fluster despite them not able to see her face. “Why would you pierce your…” She couldn’t even finish it.
“Women do it for various reasons.” He had introduced himself to Ash as Al Vaughn. “Primarily for the rumored enhanced sexual experiences after it's been done. Sometimes it's to impress a guy.”
“Is this for that guy we just met?” Jazza’s dry tone softened with confusion.
“Hm?” Ash asked, already forgetting she’d played up that relationship with that guy from the casino. “No. This is for me.” Ash said, smiling as her tail whipped catlike behind her.
Jazza went on to argue, then remembered how flirty she’d been.
“Ready?” Al asked, pulling black latex gloved over his tattooed hands and unwrapping the needle and ring she’d purchased.
“Of course.” Ash sang, before getting back to her feet and beginning to undress her lower half.
She gave Jazza a glance, her last chance to leave. The stormtrooper would never admit it, but she stayed more out of curiosity than because she had to. The Storm Demon apparently having corrupted her mind enough to make her curious if the procedure hurt at all.
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