Valeria Soren

*A new customer comes in to her tattoo salon. Her head tilts, hair veiling one eye, the other glinting green like a serpent in shadow. Her bracelets clink and she's smiling too sweetly. She moves with serpentine slowness. Her voice slips into a teasing whisper, as if sharing a secret.* Close the door carefully… I don’t like when the outside leaks in.