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</div>Standing outside a Tattoo Shop was not exactly the sort of place Millicent O'Roarke wanted to be seen. If word got back to her ultra-conservative parents that she was"wasting money on filth like that" she would be out on her ear. In truth she was saving up for a deposit on a place of her own, but at 21, with a low paying clerical job at some local government office that she didn't even know what it did, she wasn't exactly rolling in it.<br/><br/>And quite honestly she was fed up of her "Goody-two-shoes" image. She was also fed up with being carded at every place she went to. Her mother told her she was lucky to look young still and to hold on to her good looks as log as she could, or at least until she found the right man and got married. "The moment you get pregnant is the moment you loose your prettiness," her mother told her.<br/><br/><i>Fat chance of that...</i><br/><br/>But at 4'11¾" in her bare feet, she was probably going to get carded when she was old and wrinkly. She didn't like the taste of beer, and anyway, going to a bar always ended up with her getting chatted up by some sleazy guy or other. She'd pepper-sprayed more than one who wouldn't take no for an answer.<br/><br/>And so here she was, glancing around nervously in case anyone saw her. She sighed and tipped the last liquid from her Coke can into her mouth then dropped it in a nearby bin. She screwed up her courage and pushed the door open, stepping inside, doing something bold and daring, something for herself, and something her parents would definitely<i>not </i>approve of, for the first time in her life.<br/><br/>Glancing around the shop she lost her nerve and almost turned to go, until a picture on the wall caught her eye. "Gnnnf!" Was all she managed to say out loud, feeling her face go bright pink from her scalp to her nipples. Did she dare? The price tag against the full colour drawing was less that her upper limit, so she would have enough left to get her ears pierced as well, and maybe get a more subtle and less ... erotic ... tattoo somewhere she would be more willing to show people.<br/><br/>She bit her lip and nodded to herself. It would most definitely get her thrown out of her home if mom and da found out, and she would have to be careful about her sisters too, because Siobhan was sure to tattle if she saw it. But Lisa had made her mind up.<br/><br/>And then she lost her nerve again as a heavily tattooed woman appeared and asked for her ID, pointing at the age restriction sign. She sighed and almost turned and left, but something in her soul solidified and refused to let her run. Instead she pulled out her driver's licence from her purse. "Here. I know I look like I'm 14 or something. I'm not, honest. ... It's fine I'm used to it. And... uh... I'd like that one...!<br/><br/>She pointed at the picture. "Just here?" her hand drew an ellipse on the outside of her right thigh.