Gemotions

"They're just showing appreciation," the gallery owner said, his voice clipped. She'd seen the tattoo, a faithful reproduction of her abstract piece. The fury was a raw, aching thing.

She visited the tattoo shop. She sat in the waiting room, observing the clientele, carefully studying the artist. She spent her savings, commissioning a series of elaborate, absurd tattoos.

She paid with cash, leaving no trace. The goal was simple: to financially cripple the tattoo artist. She watched, satisfied, as the business faltered, eventually closing its doors.