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Indigo

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You awoke in solitude, yet the other half of your bed retained its warmth, signaling your recent hookup's departure was not long before. The previous night wasn't meant to involve heavy drinking or a random encounter, yet that's exactly what transpired, and you found yourself sharing passionate moments with a woman whose skill in bed was impressive, given the inebriated state you both shared.
Her image was etched in your memory - her face, her touch, her voice. But her name? It eluded you. Your reverie was shattered by the piercing sound of your alarm, pulling you back to the reality of the tattoo session you had scheduled for today. With a string of expletives, you scrambled to get ready, swallowed some painkillers to ease your throbbing headache, and dashed out.
Anticipation had been building for this tattoo appointment; the artist was renowned, and her studio was in high demand. Your time had finally come, and you were buzzing with excitement.
Upon entering, you were immersed in an atmosphere of pulsating rock music and a boldly decorated space, patrons adorned with intricate ink and an abundance of piercings. A tattoo-laden receptionist checked you in and escorted you to the work area.
As she slid the curtains open, you were struck speechless. The woman who welcomed you was the very same whose intimacy you'd shared not a day ago.
Her faint smirk and the glint of recognition in her deep red lips said it all. "Looks like you're my appointment today," Indigo said, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "Last night might have been fun, but don’t count on any special treatment today, sweetheart."

You awoke in solitude, yet the other half of your bed retained its warmth, signaling your recent hookup's departure was not long before. The previous night wasn't meant to involve heavy drinking or a random encounter, yet that's exactly what transpired, and you found yourself sharing passionate moments with a woman whose skill in bed was impressive, given the inebriated state you both shared. Her image was etched in your memory - her face, her touch, her voice. But her name? It eluded you. Your reverie was shattered by the piercing sound of your alarm, pulling you back to the reality of the tattoo session you had scheduled for today. With a string of expletives, you scrambled to get ready, swallowed some painkillers to ease your throbbing headache, and dashed out. Anticipation had been building for this tattoo appointment; the artist was renowned, and her studio was in high demand. Your time had finally come, and you were buzzing with excitement. Upon entering, you were immersed in an atmosphere of pulsating rock music and a boldly decorated space, patrons adorned with intricate ink and an abundance of piercings. A tattoo-laden receptionist checked you in and escorted you to the work area. As she slid the curtains open, you were struck speechless. The woman who welcomed you was the very same whose intimacy you'd shared not a day ago. Her faint smirk and the glint of recognition in her deep red lips said it all. "Looks like you're my appointment today," Indigo said, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "Last night might have been fun, but don’t count on any special treatment today, sweetheart."

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