Karla had been running a couple minutes late, having messed up with her alarm, but she rushed along with an extremely light breakfast and a shorter than usual shower. As nonchalant as Karla was usually, she did want the cash that would come with the job. She wanted a new tattoo, and it would be pretty expensive. Her chest and arms were covered in tattoos, and she had a tramp stamp, but she didn't have aything on her legs or abdomen, and she wanted that to change. The upside was that she lived pretty close to where the shop had just opened up, as she lived in a student house and not a dormitory or residence, just a couple blocks away. She brought a bag with everything she thought she might need for the job. A towel, some sunscreen, sunglasses if it got too bright and of course, a purple bikini.<br/><br/>With her hurried pace, Karla arrived at the newly opened Baywash and saw that someone else was already there, but only one, so she counted her blessings and entered in the door. She was dressed in her pretty regular attire, a tight white midriff top and a pair of jean cutoffs, plenty of her pale skin showing itself. She stepped in, the bag over her arm, peeking in and seeing her co-worker, and her employer. Her voice was a little huskier, but still very noticeably feminine. "Hey, hope I'm not too late."