Chapter 179: The taste of her own poison
Most of the people in the production were people Heaven already knew or people she worked with in the past. Thus, Heaven easily got along with them and Paula was not liking it.
"Wow... this tattoo is huge. You guys are amazing." Heaven was in awe, lying on her tummy on the bed while two women put a fake tattoo on her back. She was watching how they would do it through the hand mirror, in awe at how they made it appear believable.
"Haha." The women chuckled, flattered at Heaven’s compliment. "Thanks to your smooth skin, it makes our job easy, right?"
"That’s right. Also, your back is quite sexy that it makes it look even better!" said the other prosthetic artist with a grin. "This will last at least three days, but we still need to retouch it every once in a while."
"Three days, huh?" Heaven rocked her head.
The fake tattoo was a huge scythe and a grim reaper holding it, surrounded by little black shrouds that covered her entire back, starting from her nape down to her lower back. Heaven had to do a scene where she would be wearing a low back backless dress that would display this detail her character would be playing.
’I also have one before,’she thought, keeping her eyes on the mirror while watching the other women add little details to make her fake tattoo appear real. ’It was just as huge as this one.’
Having tattoos in the underground was almost mandatory. There wasn’t a single person Hera met in that hell that didn’t have at least one. Most of them wore tattoos that symbolized the gang, group, or organization they were a part of.
Hera was no different.