She didn't know if the girl already had some tattoos on the other side because she hadn't seen that side yet.The Ink Master was covered with tattoos f...om head to toe.They were even on his scalp that was kept tightly shaven on a daily basis allowing the artwork to be appreciated without impediment.He announced his name to her with a voice that left no doubt he was in charge of all within his walls."I am Master Nickolai and this female is my new assistant Bojana. She speaks only the gypsy tongue. Every drink I got Jillian was either a double or a triple and every one I got myself was plain tonic water. At ten I almost had to carry a giggling Jillian out to the car. She didn't seem to know where she was when I pulled into the parking lot at the Castle Inn Motor Lodge and she was still giggling when I carried her from the car into room 123. I sat her down on the bed and undressed her all the while telling her how sexy she looked and how I was going to see to it that her brains were fucked. "Megan, sir." She could hear the unease she felt in her voice and hoped that the gentleman next to her hadn't noticed, that it was only her nerves causing her to hear things. She tried her best to keep it under control when she did this, but she always felt the fear build in her when she went into a car. No one she knew ever disappeared, but there were stories. And some of her friends had been beaten and left somewhere with nothing to show their pimps, not even money from their earlier. “Any luck?” Sebastien came up from behind her, a cup of coffee in one hand and his cane in the other. He leaned on it dramatically, holding the cup out for Kali to take.“I have made some progress.” Kali took the coffee from Sebastien. “But not enough.”Sebastien grinned. “I’m afraid all your hard work will be for naught. Right now, my homunculus is on its way over.”“The agent?” Kali asked.“Yes.” Sebastien pulled a small flask from his jacket. He poured a little in Kali’s coffee, then took a swig.