The soft buzzing of the needle rang loud throughout the silent tattoo shop on a peaceful Saturday morning.

Blake Belladonna was finishing up a client that came in for a session, coloring the piece she'd started for him the week before, and was now relishing in the relief of not having anything to do thereafter. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy tattooing people; it was her life, after all.

But sometimes, you just wanna have some time for yourself.

"Thanks, dude! Let me know how that heals, alright?" The client left with a vibrant display of ink on his shoulder, giddy about having gotten a tattoo from the very famous artist.

Blake's tattoo shop was well-known throughout Vale, people of all backgrounds coming to her for her talents. She did have employees, and while they were good, there were always people who asked for Blake. But, she picked and chose her clients wisely, only having the patience to tattoo people with a clear picture and good meaning behind their tattoos. Their desires and mindsets mattered to Blake, and while she didn't have a problem with people who got tattoos on a whim, she just didn't prefer tattooing them herself.

She herself had an array of tattoos, one full-sleeve and one half, a few tattoos on her back, and one on her calf. She sported a septum piercing, and while her appearance screamed cliché as per the tattoo artist's usual, she didn't care.

Stretching her arms above her head, she reclined in her chair and put her feet up on the desk she'd kept all her sketches on. Thinking she could finally make some tea, the door to the shop creaked open, the bell above the top edge jingled excitedly.

She took the time to roll her eyes before turning herself around to meet the customer, "Hey, what can I do… You…"

Standing before her was a thing of beauty. A short, not too short girl with stunning alabaster hair, in a simple, innocent looking dress had walked in, her presence so duly noted. She had a wonderfully pale complexion, with gorgeous ice-blue eyes.

Now what was a girl like that, doing in a place like this?

Blake shook the less-than-decent thoughts that sped through her head to warrant a proper greeting, "H-Hello, I'm Blake, the owner of this shop. What can I do for you today?" She even extended her hand for good measure.

It seemed she was too distracted by the girl's beauty to notice that she too was struggling for words, but she took Blake's hand regardless, "I'm Weiss, and, uh, well—" she cleared her throat, "I-I came in today hoping to discuss a possible, um, work, done on my person. My body. Me," she realized she was still holding Blake's hand and promptly let go, "You know what, let's just. I'll come back, sorry for bothering you!"

She backed up a few steps before heading to the door, and before she sped off, she took one last look at the beautiful tattoo artist.

And she was gone.

Blake Belladonna was left standing in her shop, struck by an inexplicable desire to tattoo that girl.

And then maybe take her out for dinner.