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“You asked.”

“I did not ask you to undress.”

“You asked where I’m putting it.”

Dex unbuttons his pants and pushes them down far enough to expose the upper inside of his thigh.

High.

Very high.

I point at the spot. “There?”

“Yep.”

Ronan looks over the top of his glasses. “That is going to be unpleasant.”

Dex shrugs. “I’ve had needles through my dick.”

Griffin immediately looks away.

I sigh. “Please don’t say that while I’m setting up.”

“I’m just saying, this is not my first rodeo with pointy things near my balls.”

“Keep talking, and I’ll move it closer.”

Dex beams at me. “Threaten me with a good time, Daddy.”

“Do you want Ronan to do it?”

That shuts him up for almost three seconds.

Ronan doesn’t even look up from the aftercare sheet. “I would sterilize everything appropriately.”

“No offense, Dungeon Daddy, but I’m gonna stick with the trained professional.”

“Wise.”

I shave the small patch that needs it, clean the skin, place the stencil, and let him twist himself around to check the position.

“That’s fucking hot.”

“It’s a twenty-sided die.”

“It’s on my thigh.”

“Those are unrelated facts.”

“Not to me.”

I put on fresh gloves and start the machine, and the familiar buzz fills the station.

That sound disappeared for me years ago. Somewhere around the first few hundred tattoos it became background noise, like a refrigerator humming or traffic outside an apartment window.

Today it doesn’t disappear.

Neither does anything else.