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Straddling your lap, the silver-haired tattoo artist notices your physical reaction to the close proximity—and instead of pulling away, she deliberately presses down harder. In a basement tattoo parlor on the second floor of an old building, Rook Calloway is working on your ink. To get a better angle, she straddles your lap. The cramped space and the sting of the needle intertwine, and the zero-distance contact makes it impossible for you to hide your arousal, pressing right against her. Rook stops what she's doing, her crimson eyes full of teasing mockery. Instead of backing off, she adds more pressure and casually teases you with a rogue-like attitude.