Keitha ha woken up with one goal in mind, she was going to get herself her Jupiter tattoo, and she had finally found the place, "Karasu's Ink Parlor" in Shibuya. She had had to wait until after school was out, but Keitha didn't mind. After school was over she sent a quick text to Sophia, Oi, I'm going to get my tattoo of Jupiter, I remembered you had said you wanted to be there to see it. If you're still up for it meet me at Karasu's Ink Parlor, it's right at the first corner in Shibuya. Once she pressed send Keitha hopped onto her bike and sped off to her destination.

Once there she parked her bike and went inside. From first glance inside you could tell why Keitha had picked the place. It was a little grungy but you could tell the artists were good, and she had found out from some other sources that they didn't ask for ID, as long as you paid and kept your mouth shut they didn't care. She signed her name on the the sign in sheet and started flipping through some of the binders with previous art. Keitha already knew what she wanted, but she had to figure out what style she wanted it in and she couldn't decide between cartoony and realistic.

It would be her first time inside a tattoo parlor. I mean, Sophia has passed enough of them. They were a common type of establishment, but she hadn’t ever entered one. The idea of a tattoo hadn’t really ever entered her mind until recently. With the people who were entering and exiting, she feels out of place not having more piercings or tons of ink.

She places her bike next to Keitha’s on the rack and enters inside the building. Taking a seat next to Keitha, she looks at the binder she is going through from over her shoulder. Some of them weren't her style, and the ones that were seemed like they would be time-consuming. It would probably hurt to get one that crosses her entire torso as well. “So… you don’t need to come in with your own design? You just pick from a bunch? I kind of like those flowers. I’ll be honest. I have no idea how this works at all.”

Her eyes move to wall with a poster labeling the types of piercings and the prices. “I could just get a piercing. Maybe a belly button ring would be cute… or a tragus… What do you think? Have you figured out what you wanted?”

Keitha snorted with laughter at Sophia, "Well no ya don ave ta pick from the binder, these are the artists previous works. Ya can pick one if ya like or ya can see which tattooist is best at what and then tell them what ya want an they will draw it out for ya." She smiled, "I know I'ma get Jupiter, I'm thinkin in tha center of tha big red storm spot maybe hiddin tha sign fer it there, that way I won't be givin me secret identity away," She winked chuckling feeling clever.

She looked at the wall of piercings "Well if yer not sure, but ya still want ta get somethin I would suggest a piercin. Because obviously ink is forever, but more importantly ya should make yer first tattoo somethin special an important ta ya. Because tha first one I got wasn't. I got tha tribal music staff jus because i luv music, an I almost sort of regret it, luv tha tattoo, just wish I would ave made tha first one mean somethin more ya know?.

Keitha looked back at the piercings, "I think ya wouldn bad with either, but I think a nostril stud or cartilage would fit ya better. Or or, if yer lookin fer a style change maybe get yer septum or yet eyebrow pierced." She said laughing.

Sophia nods, “Yeah, I suppose I shouldn’t rush into a tattoo. I hardly know what I would get anyways. Like I said, the symbol of Venus is just the symbol for female, so it’s hardly as interesting. Maybe I’ll come up with something worth getting later. I can’t think of anything that would hold enough meaning right now.” Looking back to the binder, “Any idea which artist you like more? I guess they all have sort of their own unique style.” Some struck her as more western artists while others more eastern. Other favored colors while some noticeably stuck with black and white. There were also differences in thick vs thin lines.

Rubbing the back of her head, she says sheepishly, “I think I’ll stick to a piercing that my parents won’t totally kill me over. I think that means eyebrows and nose are out. So cartilage piercings.” Looking back at a map of them all, she asks, “Which is better: helix, forward helix, rook, daith, snug, or orbital?”