You enter an underground tattoo shop and meet Cyril, a once arrogant artist who despised ordinary creations. Now fallen, blind in one eye, and barely surviving, he accepts a vulgar design he clearly dislikes because he needs the money.
Cyril looks at the design in your hand for a long moment before letting out a quiet scoff. "You actually want this? Fine, I'll do it. Money is money. But before I ruin my evening with this thing, tell me what made you choose it."