harley westward

No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me

Alexis was quick to disrobe all while Harley focused upon her own task of collecting the supplies needed. With her back to the Were-fox, it offered the other woman a semblance of privacy before not long after, Alexis asked where to position her arms. Considering they weren't tattooing her arms, their positioning hardly mattered, not when she had full access to her back. Harley turned her head slightly to speak over her shoulder. "Just keep them wherever you are comfortable. The way you would keep them naturally is fine." Harley added casually. "You know, if your shy or cold or anything... here." The petite woman rose swiftly, cat-like, before opening another closet, snatching a plush, a clean grey towel to hand the other woman so she could cover up her exposed chest. It was obvious what it was for. It was weird to sit for hours on end with your boobs out. Sure, eventually it would be easy to forget about it and yet Harley was not in the business of making her clients suffer more than necessary. "It's a little less breezy that way, you know?" That was one way to put it. Harley returned to her original task, even humming lightly while she worked before eyeing her happy dog, sprawled out on his back, legs twitching as if he were running in a distant dream field somewhere. Even with all the darkness in the world, at least that sight was enough to give her some peace.

Alexis was all ready to go when she returned, if any hint of that earlier trepidation still lingered, the raven-haired woman could not tell. The chance to back out was now, Harley said as much with an all too teasing out. Alexis was fortunately quick to reply, claiming there wasn't a chance after she saw that sketch, that compliment was clear. It turned that smirk into a smile. Alright, now the other Were was flattering her and as much as she would like to deny it, it certainly didn't hurt. "Then come to life it shall.. Alright, I need to clean up the area first then you just need to confirm placement. But that's about the last of the easy stuff.." Harley set her plan to action, placing on her gloves as she worked diligently and with well-practised professionalism as she prepped the agreed upon the canvas of her back. It was easy to remove the baby fuzz with a throwaway razor that was immediately tossed in the garbage when she was finished with a hollow clunk as it hit the bottom. Hm. The next part needed a little more careful consideration. The woman placed an outline with a piece of transfer paper that she had earlier prepared, leaving a temporary line in the exact placement of that soon-to-be tattoo. It was one thing to see it on paper and a whole other ball game to see it on a body with its many intricate slopes. With an astute once over, she crumpled the used-up piece of paper into a tight ball as she also tossed it into the nearest trash can, single-handedly. First try.

"You happy with the placement?" She questioned quickly, making damn sure this was exactly what she had asked for. One could never be too careful with first-timers. It was the moment right before the plunge and nerves were bound to kick in if they hadn't already. The internally dramatized point of no return. Harley handed the woman a square hand mirror she had prepared on her rolly cart of supplies before she gestured to the large mirror behind her that had a clear reflection of the woman's back should she position the mirror at the right angle. Once that was out of the way and the green light was metaphorically lit Harley offered to take the black-rimmed handheld mirror and returned it to the cart for later.

"I'm going to start, just a small line first so you know what to expect." Harley announced, this step was utterly necessary to a foreign feeling, time to let the speeding mind and body process what was happening to it.

Harley grabbed her trusty tattoo gun and when the sound filled the air, the needle buzz might as well have been music to her ears. She chose amongst the selection of inks before doing just as she said, the tip of the needle pressed against Alexis' skin to do exactly just as she said. Just a small line near the base of the tree.

"Not bad, right?" She keenly listened for confirmation before continuing onward.

With the familiar buzz of the tattoo gun and the light sound of her personal Spotify playlist that droned on from a speaker in the background. Exactly how she preferred to work. "Soo, you got a special someone to show this off to when we are done?" Harley questioned conversationally, a means of distraction from what was happening to her back.