Gracely started mutely at the ground and finally managed to put her weight back onto her feet. The only reason why she was not doubled over from the pain in her stomach was because of the chains that held her arms above her head. Gracely looked up blankly at Avabelle's order to have the thing hold her. She recoiled as it twitched closer and her eyes widened, flashing slightly as it wrapped its cool arms around her and placed its head on her shoulder. She made something of a groan in protest and she swallowed hard; struggling to fight back her irrational fear of the faceless creature. Perhaps it was irrational, but any sane person would admit that the woman's servant was at least faintly creepy. Gracely found it terrifying, and the "hug" lasted for what seemed like forever. At last, it moved away and stood idly at the point were the Mistress pointed. Gracely slumped again and took a deep, shaky breath.<br/><br/>Lowered golden eyes followed the woman as she retrieved her little box and brought it back, and then they widened and she dragged herself back to her feet once more. Tattoos... She couldn't be serious. However, despite her reluctance, Gracely froze every muscle in her body and her eyes slowly traveled to the thing. She didn't move. Through the whole tattooing of her joints, Gracely stood as still as a statue, not even to flinch when the needle pierced the sensitive areas of her body.<br/><br/>But she could not do so with the woman came to her face with the instrument. Immediately, Gracely jerked her head to the side and strained away from her, suddenly pleading, "Please... not my face..." The tattoos on her body could be covered, but those on her face would show to the entire world. Not to mention something as ridiculous as rosy cheeks. When her head came to the side, the mannequin came forward and cupped her chin with its icy hand and placed its other hand at the back of her neck to keep her still. She froze, and a small flash of terror flickered through her eyes. The tattoo was done quickly.<br/><br/>There was a clatter as the vibrator finally slipped from her pussy, and then a tear broke from Gracely's eye and slid down her cheek; stinging as it passed over the tender flesh of her tattoo.