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[She spends the morning downstairs in the painting studio, working on mock-ups for the mural projects she's got going on, but as promised Jester migrates up to the tattoo studio and starts setting everything up. It's taken some practice, learning how to use the tubes and plug everything in, but now she's got the motions down. She sets up two little inkwells full of black ink, and then pulls a few drawings out of her bag, laying them out as she waits for her canvas to arrive.]

[Noiz winds up spending the late morning literally across the street at another body mod shop that he happens to own. She may have noticed during her visits to the tattoo parlor that the business directly across from it is a place with no windows and only a wooden sign hanging from wrought iron declaring 'Scarify Me' in woodburning style. That's where he comes out of right around noon.

The art studio beneath the Tattoo Parlor is new, something he has to stare at a bit as he heads on up. The stairs creak as he heads on up, a gumdrop in hand. A reward from the Augur, and precisely the reason why he's bothering with getting a tattoo in the first place. What's the point of getting inked if you can't feel the pain during the process? The instructions that came with the gumdrop are simple: eat it to be able to perceive pain for six hours.

Only once he sees or hears her does he bother to pop it into his mouth, chewing on the sweet-and-sour flavor. Swallow first, then talk.]

Hi.

[So this is what a tiefling looks like in person. He did see some video post and comments of one of the others here, but he's yet to ever run into any himself. What Jester will find is a heavily pierced, blond human in a lot of green, white, navy blue and black.]

Edited 2021-09-05 04:09 (UTC)

[Jester looks up at the greeting, smiling widely to show off sharp little fangs as she takes in the stranger. She stands up, smoothing down the skirt of her flowy white dress and marching forward to meet Noiz by the door.]

Hi! I'm Jester.

[She's holding out her hand to shake his, the silver jewelry hanging from her horns tinkling merrily as she introduces herself. Behind her, a blue tail pokes out from beneath her skirts, tipped in a flat, heart-shaped spade and curving slightly upward.]

[He extends a hand wrapped in thin, white bandages that leave his fingers exposed. Both of his hands are like this, she'll note. Instead of shaking her hand, he grabs around her fingers to pull her hand close and kiss the back of her hand. Like this but much less awkward.]

Noiz. I do piercings here sometimes.

[Jester's not expecting him to kiss her hand like that, but she grins nevertheless.]

Nice to meet you, Noiz. [Her hand returns to her side, and then she turns toward the table where she's laid out her drawings.]

I drew up a few different versions of your circuit boards [she enunciates this very carefully!] with a hidden dick like we talked about before. What do you think?

[There's a few options, some more subtle than others, but all closely emulating the designs he'd given her as an example.]

[He heads over to the table to check them out.]

Hmmm.... One of these two.

[He points between a couple, one of which is kinda subtle and the other is less subtle.]

Anything you do is going on my inner thigh.

[Why the inner thigh? Because he found a tattoo pain chart and saw that that area was supposed to hurt more than a lot of other areas.]

Perfect!

[Jester pulls the sheet toward her, intent on choosing the less-subtle design if he's giving her a choice.

The next part has her eyeing him suspiciously.]

Okay, so are you going to be getting off on this?

[His expression shifts to baffled confusion.]

I have no idea. Do you want me to?

[His thoughts drift to the ink he saw on Akira's feet at his townhouse. He's absolutely certain the guy must have gotten off on it. He got off on the branding and scarification Noiz did to the backs of his thighs.]

I don't have an opinion either way, honestly.

[She starts tracing the design onto the tattoo stencil paper she'd figured out how to use, eyeing him curiously.] It's happened before, and it wasn't—I didn't hate it. I just want a heads up if that's what's going on.

Ah... Hmm...

[His lips purse in thought. How to explain this without mentioning the fact this'll be his first real experience with pain somewhere other than his tongue.]

I might. It's possible. I don't know how my body will react. If it goes that way, I'll wait till you're finished to deal with the hard-on.

That's fine. [She smiles at him, placid and unruffled, as her pen moves across each line with a steady hand.] Just let me know if it ever gets to be too much, okay?

[She stands, peeling the stencil away from its backing and then gestures for him to hop up on the tattoo chair.]

Alright, then, pants off!

[His hands deftly undo the buckle of his belt, fabric soon pooling around his ankles. Pale green boxers are underneath. He steps out of the pants on the floor and hops up onto the tattoo chair, tugging the boxer fabric up to reveal as much as his thigh as possible. He traces a finger around the general inner thigh area.]

Anywhere around here.

[Jester puts on a pair of gloves, which is something she's recently learned you should do when you're tattooing someone, and reaches for the straight razor she'd set out with her tools to shave the indicated area of any hair. Wiping that off with a paper towel, she pulls the stencil toward her and lines it up over the meat of his inner thigh, before slowly and carefully pressing it down firmly. When she peels it away, she looks up at Noiz expectantly.]

How's that look?

[He cranes his head to check the angle. The design is such that there isn't much concern about crookedness, thankfully, but it's still good to get a good idea of its orientation.]

Looks good.

[She grins at him, flashing sharp fangs again, and then reaches for the tattoo machine and flips it on, flexing her foot over the pedal experimentally before dipping the needle into black ink.]

Alright, cool. Here we go!

[With her left hand, she stretches out the skin of his thigh so that the right hand can start to guide the needle over the purple lines of the stencil.]

How's that? Okay?

[Asking about the pain, of course.]

[The first press of the needle to his skin results in a bizarre sensation the likes of which he's never experienced before. Which, you know, he was expecting to be the case, but there really wasn't a good way to prepare for the impending unknown here. He unconsciously tenses his leg muscles and leans back, reaching both hand up to grab the padding behind his neck as he sucks in a slow breath.]

Whoa... it's weird. But interesting.

[Translation: a-okay! He directs his gaze downward to give himself a good view of her hands as she works the needle apparatus.]

Oh, good. Well, try to take deep breaths and stuff. [She's a cleric, she should know how to keep someone calm when they're in pain, but she's really just sort of guessing and parroting what she's heard from people who actually know what they're talking about.

She keeps going, humming softly under her breath as she does.]

Mm.

[He handles it surprisingly well, for someone with so little practical experience with those sensations. Long, slow, deep breaths help him to pace it out. On occasion the intensity of a spot makes him grit his teeth, sucking breath in almost like a hiss. This was probably the best and worst spot simultaneously that he could have picked while still being able to watch. In his mind he mulls over the sensations, comparing them to cuts and burns he's felt on his tongue. Hot food or beverage, mostly, then that time he licked a frozen pole when he was tiny and it felt weird for a while afterward, and then the two times he had someone pierce his tongue.]

How deep does it go?

[Just an idle question.]

Edited 2021-09-07 03:48 (UTC)

[Her eye darts occasionally up to his face as she works, keeping an eye on how he seems to be doing. So far, he seems to be coping pretty well.

His question catches Jester off-guard, though, and she scrambles for an answer.]

Ummm, not super deep, I don't think? Like just under the surface probably.

Ahh... I see.

[As the needles start working on more sensitive stretches of skin Noiz grits his teeth and tightens his grip on the chair's padding. The pain flares and roars through his nerves, intense and still more delicate than the blunt, false illusions of pain he's used to experiencing in Rhyme's cyber fields. There's no comparing the two. And yet, it seems that all his years of experience ruthlessly taking out opponents in spite of the severe pain when taking damage has helped prepare him a little. Just... not as much as he anticipated.]

[Jester's hand is steady, her strokes relatively even in pressure and length as she traces out the little circuit-board dick bit by bit. Eventually, she decides to sate some of her own curiosity.]

So...how long have you been on the island?

Since not long before that dick festival.

[A sharp inhale when the needles hit a certain spot.]

Oh, so longer than me, anyway! Do you like it here or do you hate it?

[She supposes not everyone hates this place like she generally does, after all.

Quirking an eyebrow up at him—]

Doing okay?

[He lets out a slow exhale, coaxing himself toward composure.]

I'm fine.

[A pause. Right. she asked questions.]

A lot about this place is annoying. Can't say I care whether I get to leave, though.

Okay, good.

[She maybe sneaks a look at his crotch to see if he's getting turned on, but doesn't say anything about it, and hums along with his answer.]

Yeah, it's pretty annoying. I'm lucky that almost all my friends are here. That helps.

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