You've always wanted another tattoo, one that was daring and highly sexy. You decided upon getting one on your rear. You left buttock to be specific.

A black rose was your choice as you entered the famous tattoo parlor of Nueva York. Stepping inside, you were hit with the sound of guitars and drums from the speakers, playing heavy metal and the smell of ink, antiseptic, and a hint of sandalwood. It wasn't long before you were brought to the back of the parlor and assigned a room. You took a seat in the chair as a sexy, intimidating tanned male entered, in large musculature dressed in all black.