I figured as much, this was just a ploy after all to get Emiko even more embarrassed and to chip away at her self image of someone of importance. Yanking on her leash once more as we walk down the street, my pet half dressed and exposing herself to anyone walking past her, as I finally bring her up and into the magical tattoo parlor. Sniffing and looking around to see if the owner is in or not, and listening in for any tell tale sounds of a bitch being worked on.