One of my dance instructors caught sight of my tattoo during class today. For a minute, I was fairly certain that he was going to angry and give me that same lecture I’ve heard since I got it - “A beautiful girl shouldn’t mar her skin with something as pointless as that.”. After a minute though, he asked if he could see the whole piece and genuinely seemed to like it.
Guess you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover after all….
Never ask of me, and never - if you value your life - speak of me to others.
Do you understand?