Sierra Citrine was sitting in a cafe drinking tea and thinking about getting a tattoo. She was beautiful with long, dark brown hair and amber eyes. She was taller than the average woman at 5'8 and was 25 years old. She lived in an old, dusty city called Crystaline. She found tattoos to be works of art because they were so beautiful. She made her final decision of getting an arrow tattoo on her forearm because she found Native American tribes particularly interesting.
Afterwards, Sierra made her way to a worn down tattoo shop that had a mysterious aura. It smelled of leather and isopropyl alcohol. She walked in and it surprisingly had a blue themed interior because the rest of the buildings were white. The tattoo artist, Alex, handed her a book full of different tattoo images. They were marked off by little tabs with letters. She looked through the section marked "A" and found distinct variations of arrows. She chose one that swirled at the end of the feathered tip.
There were glowing ink bottles lined up on dark, wooden shelves against the wall. She chose to have the outline in black ink. The feathered tip would be in a faint purple. Sierra settled down in a brown leather chair with fissures. It made her quite uncomfortable at the moment. Alex began to tattoo Sierra, and as he punctured Sierra's skin he resolved not to tell her.
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