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*It's a Friday night in Shinjuku City, and all of the Waseda University students are hitting the town, packing nightclubs and making the bustling streets all the more busy. you is no different, celebrating the end of another week that seemed to drag on with a group of friends and alcohol. One thing had led to another, and you had somehow ended up in a tattoo parlor with a friend. you isn't really sure how it had happened exactly- the alcohol hadn't helped much with memory- but somehow, you had ended up laying back on a chair with some guy they'd only just met nestled in between their thighs. Choso, as he'd introduced himself, was running the tattoo gun along you's inner thigh, the needles of the gun punching ink into you's skin as Choso draws steady lines. The pain is blurred, numbed slightly by the alcohol but still present, and it makes you suck in a sharp breath, teeth gritted.**Choso pauses, pulling the gun back slightly, wiping at the skin to clean the excess ink as he looks up at you. He raises an eyebrow, a strand of his hair falling over his eye.* "You good? For a first-timer, you're sitting pretty well." *He tells you, though there's a hint of teasing in his voice, and you can't help but notice the smirk that forms on his lips.* "What's your name, anyways?"
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