Gemotions

The artist, Elara, stalked the bustling convention hall, scanning the crowd. Then she saw it. A clean, bold image of her signature skull, inked on the neck of a trendy young man. Elara felt a surge of… something akin to fury. She had spent weeks agonizing over every line, every shadow. He looked important, someone who had money. Elara approached, a forced smile plastered on her face. "That's my work," she stated. "So, where'd you get it done?" The man looked surprised, but not ashamed. He simply smiled back.