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The cream's tingling warmth wasn't hurting either.

By the time the process turned to Scylla's front torso, it was clear Gilberte was enjoying the process as much as she was. The tattoo artists' hands traced the broad curves of her breasts lightly with her fingertips before massaging the greenish cream in with unusual vigor, all with a pleased grin as she lingered at Scylla's tight nipples. Fingers glided down the younger woman's taut stomach, over her sensitive pubis and finally into the cleft between her legs.

Gilberte stopped her chanting and smirked broadly. "We must make sure we get everywhere, after all," the older woman said as her fingers rubbed and massaged in the cream vigorously. Scylla, already breathless, found herself moving her hips eagerly in time to the older woman's movements. After only a few heartbeats Scylla shuddered and gasped as an orgasm washed over her, sending her rigid as her sex spasmed over Gilberte's fingers.

Gilberte laughed, delighted, but reluctantly removed her fingers and arced wistful brows. "Ah, sadly, no time for more such games today, ma coeur. Far too much work to do. Some other time perhaps, non?" She reached behind her for a plastic razor with the blade removed, and quickly and efficiently scraped away the cream and the dissolved hairs it contained. Afterward she instructed Scylla to shower off and meet her in the storefront's main room afterward.

Scylla was toweling off as she walked into Gilbrte's workspace nude. After what had just happened between them, it seemed silly for her to act modest around the tattoo artist, even if she was feeling a bit vulnerable. Scylla was led to a wide, leather-cushioned massage table and instructed to lie down on her stomach. Gilberte fiddled around with her needle guns and ink vials, before settling on a stool on Scylla's side. She glided a hand experimentally from Scylla's shoulder down to her thigh, making the younger woman shiver slightly in pleasure. "Much better," she cooed. "You will slide through the water like a missile, with such smooth skin."

Scylla saw Gilberte heft the small needle gun, a vial of greenish ink sloshing on it barrel. "How much of it are you planning on doing today?"

"The tattoos? Why, all of them, ma coeur."

Scylla flinched. "All of them? But won't that, you know, really hurt?"

The older woman laughed and playfully kissed the girl on the rump, before lightly slapping the same spot. "Worry not, ma fille. The pain will not be what you think it is. Like the cream, this ink is of my own creation, a special herbal recipe with special properties, and I use custom-made needles that are no small expense." Gilberte's hand rested lightly on Scylla's bottom. "Just relax. I do not think you will find this unpleasant at all."

Scylla sucked her lip apprehensively but eventually nodded. "Okay."

Gilberte bent down to start her task on her subject's shoulder. At first, Scylla did feel a distant pinching as the needle bit into her skin, but almost immediately afterward she felt a surge of warmth in the exact same spot as the ink spread into her skin. Within seconds, the pinching sensation died away.

The ink must have some kind of anesthetic properties, she thought, spreading into her skin and dulling the nearby nerves as it went. Gilberte began her chanting again.

"Who are you asking for blessing from now?" she asked idly.

"Triton."

"Triton? Isn't he supposed to be a sea god?"

"Oui. I am creating a mermaid, non?"

Gilberte continued with her work.

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