;dreams made of ink;

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Shein have always wanted to get a tattoo. But her lack of money and parent's permission prevents her for having one.

But being a 17 year old kid, being forbidden didn't really stopped her.

She has been a rather obedient kid to an extent. She has A straight grades, active on activities, does almost all the chores, she thought that she deserves to get something that she really wants for a long time now.

And so, finding a tattoo shop she goes!

A tattoo shop in a conservative place like St. Claire Homes is really rare, and it was hard for her to find one.

Until she found this one tattoo shop, rather odd.

It's sign basically says,

This is a tattoo shop, a place where you get tattoos.

And in a much smaller size, a text below it says,

Wait this is how you do advertising right?

It gave a slight chuckle for our girl Shein here. But what really intrigued her was the smaller sign beside it,

where all your dreams, come true.

"How does a simple tattoo can make your dreams come true? I mean, it could make a dream come true, if having a tattoo is one of your dreams. But all of it? This is pretty much lame advertisement at best." She thought.

Due to curiousity, she went inside.

"Oh my gooossshh a costumer for fuck's sake where's my damn broom when I need them now," a stranger right in front of her said frantically as she looks for her said broom.

"Oh I'm so sorry matey if the room's dirty, I haven't really cleaned this since the last millennia." the stranger apologizes. She seems to be the store keeper of this shop.

Wait, the last millennia? That's an odd choice of hyperbole.

Shein shrugged those thoughts off when suddenly, a floating broom is suddenly sweeping right in front of her.

"Oh my fu- it's freakin sweeping by itself!" She exclaimed.

She haven't even had her first tattoo yet and seems like she smoked some hard ass LSD.

But nope. This is very much real, happening right before her eyes.

"Oh God broomy there you are! Come on now, we have a costumer! It's time to clean up the messes!" The store keeper said cheerfully. And with just a sweep of the broom, a couple of smokes everywhere for a few seconds and boom! The shop was clean.

"Whuu-" Shein was taken aback. Red flags are being held high at her head, she wants to get out of this weird ass place.

"O-oh dear, darling! Don't be afraid! This is just a normal tattoo shop!" The shop keeper says as the broom that used to be floating suddenly flomps down.

"Oh yeah, define normal." She said as her foot stepped on the doorway.

"Don't you want to get your tattoo done? I mean, you looked everywhere for a tattoo shop, and it seems that I'm the only one around." The shop keeper pursuades. She's right. It took Shein hours to find this tattoo shop. She can't backdown now.

"Great! Now sit right here sweety while I prepare the ink." The shop keeper said, as if she read her mind.

She dropped her red flags and just got along with it. She sat where the shop keeper told her to.

"Here are your tea and cookies to help you relax." The shopkeeper said, then suddenly a tray of tea and cookies appeared right in front of Shein.

"I- uh, thanks." She said shortly. Still appalled by everything that is happening right before her eyes.