Mady was cleaning up the shop.  Her tanned dusky skin covered with custom creations, a wife beater tank top showing off her curves and ink.  Low slung jeans and a pair of biker boots completed her biker babe look.  It was comfortable.  That's all that mattered to her, it's not like she was looking to get picked up by any of the customers.<br/><br/>Tossing needles into biohazard bags, putting other equipment into sterilization baths.  She was one of the main artists there at the Barbed Rose but that didn't mean she was above cleaning.  She preferred doing it in fact.  That way everything was as it should be in the morning.  The news was on as background noise, Dani sitting in her normal spot.<br/><br/>Tucking her black and aubergine hair back behind her ear, Mady stretched when the girl's phone began to ring.  She didn't like the business Dani was into.  But she wasn't one to judge.  So instead Madylyn Khaine offered a refuge.  One she wished she'd had so many years ago.  Tying up the biohazard bag and dropping it into the collection bin she stripped off her gloves before going to work on basic straightening up.  Leaving Dani some privacy.<br/><br/>The apartment upstairs was small, barely big enough for just Mady but she'd given Dani a key a while back.  Even had a spot where the teen could store things.  She understood how precious a little bit of privacy could be.  It was a typical night. Hopefully it wouldn't rain, the roof was leaking again.