Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // April 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // April 23rd – May 18th

Strip Away The Layers

The closer she looked, the more the colors blurred. Dull, lifeless, common. Nothing to write home about, if she actually had someone to write to. It was a minor piece by an insignificant artist, who led an unremarkable life. Just like me, Naia thought to herself.

With a heavy sigh, Naia pulled off the magnified glasses she used to resort paintings at the Metropolitan Museum and tossed them on her worktable. The throbbing behind her eyes was there when she woke up that morning and nothing; shower, food or coffee, eased her discomfort. Considering the shower was lukewarm at best, the food bland and the coffee weak, it’s not like there was much hope.

For seven years, two as an unpaid intern, Naia worked in the cold, temperature controlled basement of the museum for long hours and low pay. Her clothes were from the bargain racks at the local Goodwill. Long skirts down to her ankles, and oversized, shapeless sweaters; all meant to hide her body. She might be 26 years old, but Naia looked as old as the other two basement dwellers who worked nearby; both close to retirement age.

After rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands, Naia looked up at the clocked and noticed it was after six; time to go home. Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones, heaven help her, those were their actual names, had already shuffled out, leaving Naia alone. No hellos. No goodbyes. No conversation day in and day out. It was like working in a morgue with walking corpses.

Naia gathered her belongs and made her way out of the museum. She arrived at the bus stop in time to see the 6:15 chug away down the street. With her bag clutched tightly to her stomach, Naia sat gingerly on the edge of the bench and waited for the next bus. What else could she do, but wait.

Two hour later, Naia walked the final block to her tiny efficiency apartment with a bag containing two soggy tacos and a warm soda from the whole-in-the-wall place around the corner. Just like work, she lived in the basement of a converted brownstone that had seen better days a century ago. As she drew closer, the building manager came out of the front entrance with an overflowing cardboard box. Without fanfare, he dropped the box on top of the trash cans with a grunt of disgust, and then climbed the high stoop as if it were Mt. Everest.

To enter her shabby little space, Naia had to descend a few steps to a door beneath that stoop. As she passed the trash cans, Naia caught sight of a familiar item in the discarded box. Naia reached out and fingered the well worn boots worn by Tillie in 3B. They found Tillie a few days ago when the manager went up to demand she turn down the music blasting from her crappy stereo, dressed in just her underwear and the needle still in her arm. Bet that stereo is now in the manager’s apartment.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Naia grabbed the box and hurried down to her apartment. Once safely inside, Naia dropped the forgotten food onto an old, scarred table and carried the box to her bed; which was no more than a thin mattress on top of a wooden pallet. The single room contained a toilet, shower (without any walls), sink and a tiny closet. No kitchen – only a hotplate on top of a small chest of drawers.

One by one, Naia emptied the contents of the box on to the mattress. A couple short skirts, a tank top, a black button down blouse, a red pullover blouse and a thin black sweater. All that remained were the thigh high boots and what looked like a child’s diary.
Naia stripped down to her underwear and dropped back down on to her bed. As if driven by a force unknown, Naia slipped into the boots. A little snug around the toes, but otherwise the leather hugged Naia’s legs like they were made just for her. Naia couldn’t help but stare at her legs like they were a new, strange creature she had never seen. And she couldn’t help but wonder about the woman who wore them.

With the diary in hand, Naia scooted back on the bed until her back rested against the wall; only a thin pillow to protect her skin against the rough, exposed brick. She turned on the small lamp that sat on the floor and worked the clasped open on the small book.

At the beginning, the diary was filled with girlish hopes and dreams. Pretty dresses. Parties. A puppy. As a teenager, Tillie dreamed of becoming a singer. Loved. Adored. Famous. Soon after that the entries turned dark. Names of men. What they made her do. What they paid her. How they hurt her. The last entries were nothing more than incomprehensible ramblings and unreadable scrawls.

Naia didn’t realize she was crying until her salty tears fell on the last page. She looked around the place she called home and her stomach turned. Her life could be reduced to a cardboard box carelessly thrown onto a trash can. With gentle hands, Naia carefully removed the boots as if they were fragile and costly and returned them to the box. Each piece of clothing, neatly folded, was returned to the box. Last, the diary was laid on top with respect, as though Naia was placing flowers upon Tillie’s grave.

Staring down at the carton that now rested beside her dresser, Naia was determined not to meet the same fate. For the first time in her life, Naia wanted to fight for something. She was ready to fight for a new and better life.
Naia no longer wanted to just exist. She wanted to live.

– THE END –

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy [F], Freya, Hourglass, Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals (hide option for the upper leather parts and you can color upper and lower part separately)
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 23rd – April 18th

Pierce Pressure

“You have to do it, Yhesy! Everyone at school has the piercing.”
Jessie may be my bestie, but at times like this her whiny pleas can really grate on my last nerve. She is the one from the good family and she’s the one pressuring me to bow to peer pressure. Go figure.

It’s Friday afternoon and a half school day, otherwise I would not have let Jessie drag me downtown to a questionable looking tattoo parlor. She’s the one who brought me here. I live not far from here, but even I have never been to this area. Go figure.

It’s not like I am a prude or a snob. My wardrobe runs to the punk/goth side, where Jessie is the preppie cheerleader. I doubt Jessie has ever been downtown in her life, since her family has a huge house on the upper east side. Go figure.

People look at us and whisper that I am the bad influence because I dress differently and my naturally blond hair has dark purple streaks. I am the one getting straight A’s in school and tutoring Jessie in nearly every class so she doesn’t flunk out. Go figure.

Now it is Jessie who is nervous as her fingernails dig into my arm when we walk into the ship. Despite the questionable neighborhood, the shop is clean, well lit and organized. The two guys inside exchange a look as we walk in. I can just imagine what they are thinking about this odd couple. Go figure.

“How can we help you, ladies,” the guy at the far end of the shop asks. He is shirtless and has the most amazing tattoos, but it’s his piercings that have my attention. Though I may still be considered jail bait at 17, I can appreciate a good looking guy a couple years older. Go figure.

“My … my … my friend wants her ear pierced,” Jessie stutters. Yes, the cheerleaders of Walt Whitman High School think more than one ear piercing is edgy and why they all have one extra piercing; all filled with a shiny and expensive diamond stud. Go figure.

The guy closer to the door barks out a laugh while the hottie just shakes his head and leans back in his chair. “That’s what mall jewelry shops are for, little girl. Besides, I don’t work on underage kids. It’s the law.”

“I’m 18,” I say as I step closer, “and I want that piercing.” I point to a picture on the wall of a three spike piercing along the length of a nose. I have secretly longed for such a piercing, but would never admit it out loud. Took Jessie’s whining to join the ‘in crowd’ to take the next step. Go figure.

I hand the guy my driver’s while I continue to stare at the piercing with longing. I ignore Jessie’s whispered protests in my ear and the tug on my arm to move me toward the door. Sure, she wanted me to follow the latest trend, but never expected me to take her ‘pierce pressure’ to a completely different level. Go figure.

“This says your 17, sweetheart,” Mr. McHottie says as he hands back my I.D. I also notice he gives me a very thorough appraisal from head-to-toe that makes me tingle all over. I did a little looking of my own and noticed the advanced online college course on his laptop. Sexy and smart all rolled up in a yummy looking package in a out of the way tattoo place. Go figure.

“My birthday is Sunday,” I admit as I put my I.D. in my pocket. “What’s a day or two? I am here now.”

“A day or two is the difference between my loosing my license and not, sweetheart. If you still want the piercing, come back on Sunday and I will do it for free. We’ll call it a birthday present.”

“I’ll be here Sunday,” I say with confidence and a quirk of a smile. “And my name is Yhesy, sweetheart.” Maybe Jessie’s little push turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Free piercing and another look at hotstuff in tight jeans. Go figure.

“Mine’s Kieran,” he say as he holds out is hand to me. As I take it, I feel the electricity pass between us. Oh, yes, this will be a very memorable 18th birthday.

Go figure.

Sizes: unriggedunisex // mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Metals (various show/hide options for all kind of different parts)
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // February 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // 23rd January – 18th March

What I Wouldn’t Do For You

The anticipation turned from butterflies to angry bees as Blaire walked into her assigned dressing room. Tonight was the night. It was too late to back out now.
Her eyes widen when she sees a costume laid out on the dressing table. No, costume is too generous a word.
The metal bra is nothing more than an underwire that fits snugly beneath the breasts, and delicate chains with tiny coins that jingle. Another chain runs up between the breasts to a fitted collar for the neck.
That’s all. Nothing else to wear. Amazingly enough, Blaire never thought she would be given anything to wear. After all, you have to show the customers the product.
Never in her wildest dreams did Blaire ever imagine herself in this position, but she had no choice. She needed the money. Desperately. Her kid sister’s life depended on it.

Dani is sweet and innocent and deserves a better life than fate has given her. The money Blaire earns tonight will pay for Dani’s operation. Her childhood was stolen and Blaire was determined her sister would not forfeit her life, too. Now dressed in her costume, Blaire carefully applies some light make-up and brushes her long hair into a glossy sheen. For the most part, Blaire tried not to think about the next hour, but a sharp knock on the door brought Blaire back to reality.
Blaire stood and slipped her feet into a pair of nude colored stilettos before she walked calmly to the door. The man in the hallway took his time looking her over before he nodded his head and motioned for Blaire to follow.
With her head held high, Blaire followed silently behind while she repeated the same mantra in her head – for Dani, for Dani, for Dani.
The man stops at a heavy curtain and pulls it aside. Blaire pauses to peek through the opening. On the other side is a small, raised platform with several spotlights shining down. Beyond that, complete darkness.
Her escort clears his throat and Blaire immediately understands. No more stalling. With a deep breath, Blaire steps out onto the stage. The room goes silent.
Only by sheer will does Blaire resist the urge to cover herself. She read the rules of the contract and agreed to abide by them. The customers wanted to see the entire package, as was their right.
Another gruff sound from her escort and Blaire slowly turns in place. Once she is facing forward again, Blaire lifts her gaze high, but finds nothing in the darkness ahead to focus on.
A voice comes over a speaker that the opening bid starts at $50,000 US dollars. The virgin auction has begun.
For Dani, for Dani, for Dani.

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky) + unrigged version

HUD: 10 Colors/Metals (Many hide/show options as you can see on the vendor picture)

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // February 2022

I could take your hand…

TUNES

Knowing that, nothing lasts forever
I didn’t care, before you were here
A distant laughter, with the ever after
But, all things change, let this remain

Hear the sirens covering distance in the night
The sound, echoing closer, will they come for me, next time?

[- Pearl Jam -]
Clothing

Harness: [CX] – “Ophanim Harness – Black” (Maitreya)

Bracers: [CX] – “Ruffian Armguards – Black” (Maitreya)

Pants: *LD* – Latina Short” (Maitreya)

Stockings: Viena. – “Nana Fishnet Leg Sleeves v1” (BoM)

Shoes: [CX] – “Nox’ Curse – Silver” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Midnight Order // January 2022

Accessories

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)

Gag: [Yomi] – “Prickle Gag” – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Collar: Skellybones – “Chained Heart – Choker” – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Fingers: L’Emporio&PL – “Essentia” (Maitreya, Bento)

Nails: RAWR! – “Heavy Metal Nails” (Maitreya, Bento)

Body Tentacles: {Aii&Ego} – “Forbidden Ritual Body Tentacles (F)” (Maitreya)

Arms: Gemini – “Sis Bracelets – Up” (Maitreya)

Legs: Gemini – “Sis Leg Bangles – All Linked” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: Exile – “Shiloh” – NEW @ FaMESHed // January 2022

Makeup: Rubedo – “wicca – EvoX 12” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body& Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Tattoo:  .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo ( Dark ) Optimism vBlack” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: selfmade

Tentacles: Black Cats Creations – “Tentacles Prey FATPACK”

Deco: Mannequin – “Merskelle Decor”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Be my Valentine!

Clothing

Outfit: ERSCH – “Stormy Lingerie” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Midnight Order // January 2022

Corset: [CX] – “Latex Corset // Black [Shirts]” (BoM)

Bra: Wicca’s Originals – “Kylie Bra” (Maitreya – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Accessories

Headpiece: Violation – “Baphomet Headband [Silver]” – NEW @ Midnight Order // January 2022

Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)

Glasses: *PKC* – “Skelleton Eye Cover”

Bag: cinphul – “malaise [handbag]” – NEW @ Midnight Order // January 2022

Wings: .Evil Baby. – “Bathory Wings” – NEW @ Midnight Order // January 2022

Hair & Makeup

Hair: Exile – “Lola (B)” – NEW @ Anthem // February 2022

Forehead: Hexed – “Red11” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “penny – EvoX 07+13″ (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Tattoo:  .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo ( Dark ) Siren” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Arms/Hands: Clover – “Demon Arms” (Maitreya)

Legs: [The DeadBoy] – “Vasimir Legs” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: selfmade

Backdrop: MINIMAL – “October Group Gift 2020”

Deco 1: Simply Shelby – “Bloody Valentine Date Night Set” – NEW @ My Bloody Valentine // January 2022

Deco 2: DRD – “Spiritualists Shoppe – Tapestry”

Deco 3: DRD – “Spiritualists Shoppe – Pentagram Chime – Ceiling Hook”

Deco 4: DRD – “Spiritualists Shoppe – Caged Familiar – Giant Spider”

Deco 5: DRD – “Spiritualists Shoppe – Caged Familiar – Neglected”

Model, Photographer & Stylist

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // Jan 23rd – Feb 18th

Every woman has that mysterious smile when she wears something that makes her feel sexy and Kylie is no exception.

Kylie dressed very carefully for her date with Jake tonight. He was taking her to an expensive restaurant for dinner to celebrate his promotion and her new job. Years of hard work, emotional setbacks and financial struggles finally paid off.

Kylie and Jake met in college – she in design school and he in law school. It wasn’t long before they were living together. They were a team from the start and supported each other through think and thin, sick and sin.

Tonight, Kylie had a couple surprises of her own planned, First was the design that landed her the new job; a sinfully sexy bra that was more jewelry then clothing. Kylie even designed a dress especially made to showcase it.

The dress and bra had its desired affect when Jake entered their bedroom and his jaw dropped at her appearance. That secret smile deepened when Kylie noticed Jake’s other physical reaction. Maybe they should just skip dinner?

The food and wine was amazing and Kylie and Jake were both in high spirits. Kylie especially enjoyed it when Jake’s eyes often dropped to check out her creation. The table was secluded and waiters were well trained, so Jake was the only one who could enjoy the view.

With their dessert choices, Jake requested a bottle of champagne. Kylie took that moment to open her purse to pull out a jeweler’s box. The second surprise was a vintage Rolex watch that belonged to Kylie’s father. She inherited it when he passed away and recently had it cleaned and serviced.

Before she could lose her nerve, Kylie placed the box on the table and slid it across toward Jake. Where was it written that a girl had to wait for a guy to propose.

“Will you marry m …”

But Kylie stopped when she heard the same words and actions mirrored by Jake, though the box he pushed in her direction was much smaller – ring sized. For a moment they both just stared at each other, then both broke out in laughter.

Great minds think alike!

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara & Petite), Legacy [F] (Classic & Perky) + unrigged version
HUD: 10 Metals/Colors

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // December 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // December 23rd – January 18th

Black Swan

My friends call me Ash.


That is, if I had any friends. No friends. No family. No one gives a damn. That’s what happens when you grow in foster homes. You become invisible.

At age eighteen, you graduate out of the system and onto the streets. Left out in the cold. Survival of the fittest. Eat or be eaten. Nothing prepares you for becoming a Ghost.

Everyone treated me like I was inviable, so I became invisible. I blended into the shadows, into the darkness. When I’m hungry, I eat. When I am tired, I find a warm, safe shelter. It’s not that difficult if your smart and invisible.

Sometimes my methods are not quite acceptable in the eyes of the law. but I never take from people who cannot afford to lose it. The innocent have nothing to fear from me.

It’s the greedy bastards that evicts the poor and elderly from their homes so they can build overpriced luxury condos. The ones that pay low wages, then terminate employees one month before retirement to save from paying a pension.

No one sees me coming for them. No one knows I was there. I am a ghost to them. I stay hidden in the shadows while I take their most cherished possessions – their secrets. People pay well for secrets.

It is night and I weave in and out of the shadows now, gliding smoothly through the darkness, as I approach my next target. He does not hear me. He does not see me. He doesn’t know what is about to happen.

He sleeps as I stand silently over him; so unsuspecting. I lean down and in less than sixty seconds my task is complete. Once again, I am swallowed by the night.

When the old man awakes, he will find sandwiches and fruit beside him, along with a new, warm blanket covering his shivering body.

I am the night. I am the shadow. I am the ghost.
They call me Black Swan.

-THE END-

Sizes: Rigged for LeLUTKA EvoX Female // Human & Elf Version
HUD: 10 Metals
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // December 2021

Clueless… Defenseless… Extradited…

Clothing

Outfit: ERSCH – “Ruby Suit” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Stockings: Viena. – “Nana Fishnet Leg Sleeves v4” (BoM)

Shoes: cinphul – “reincarner [boots]” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Accessories

Eye (right): {Aii&Ego} – “+ Oculus Oatch R +” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Face Chain: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Evil Claw Septum ( R )” – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Gloves: [CX] – “Ruffian Arm Guards” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Tormento*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Garter (think): .:Avanti:. – “Mina Garter (L)” (Maitreya)

Garter (thin):  [CX] – “Chimera’s Delight Garter (Black)” (Maitreya)

Garter (barbwire & nails): MIDNA – “Lola Garter” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No_Tendencies” – NEW @ The Arcade // December 2021

Face Art 1: Hexed – “Ice Queen” (Lel. EvoX BoM) – NEW @ Winter Spirit // December 2021

Face Art 2: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Gratitude ( Dark )” (BoM) – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021

Poses, Props & Tools

Backdrop: Paparazzi – “Underground Stairs” – NEW @ Equal10 // November 2021

Poses: Diversion

Deco 1: MADRAS – “Skull Ground Decor”

Wolfs: CURELESS [+] – “Little Red Wolf”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

“But I got Cat Class and I got Cat Style”

TUNES

Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence
I ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies cat
I’m a feline Casanova, hey man that’s that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can

[- Stray Cats -]
Clothing
Top: AsteroidBox – “Anya Top” (Maitreya Petite) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021
Pants: AsteroidBox – “Iris Shorts” (Maitreya)
Stockings: .:Avanti:. – “Ripped Nylons – v1” (BoM)
Socks: *katat0nik* – “(dark) Boot Socks” (unrigged)
Shoes: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Skull Rider*:: Stompers” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Men Only // November 2021
Accessories
Bindi: Wicca’s Originals – “Carvis Bindi” (unrigged)
Ear Accessories: Wicca’s Originals – “Sharira” – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021
Collar: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Choker Erald Bolt” (unrigged)
Gloves: [CX] – “Ruffian Arm Guards” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021
Nails: [CX] – “Essential Dirty Claws (Original)” (Maitreya, Bento)
Knee Pads: {PSYCHO:Byts} – “Fury Burn – Knee Pads” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021
Hair & Makeup
Hair: no.match – “No_Hawk”
Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “Zenia Eyes 06” (Lel. EvoX BoM)
Head, Body & Tattoo
Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Inez 3.1” – NEW @ Mainstore
Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”
Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”
Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Creed ( Dark )” (BoM) – NEW @ Uber // November 2021
Poses, Props & Tools
Backdrop: Paparazzi – “BACKDROP – Loading Bay 2”
Cats: [Rezz Room] – “Box Bengal Cat Pack”
Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse // October 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse // October 23rd – November 18th

Kieran plods along the water soaked sidewalk; the wind and rain pelting the thin hoodie covering his back and head. He was used to being uncomfortable. He grew up that way – uncomfortable. Never enough to eat. Cold in the winter. Hot in the summer. Sleeping on the floor. Foster homes aren’t known for their luxurious living conditions.
Up ahead, the neon sign flashes. That’s his sanctuary. Out here, among the ‘normals’, Kieran is a freak. A troublemaker. A nobody. Home is on the other side of that door.
That obnoxious brass bell clangs as he yanks the door open. Heavy metal music blares from the 1980’s boom box that had seen better days. One fluorescent bulb flickers overhead. The smell of stale beer, sweat and cigarettes hangs heavily in the air.
The owner is slouched in one of the two barbershop style chairs; one leg slung over an arm. As always, a cigarette dangles between his thin lips and a chipped coffee cup rests on his thigh. The guy isn’t much of a talker either, so no warm greetings are offered upon Kieran’s arrival.
As he walks to his station, Kieran yanks the hoodie over his head to expose his naked torso. Whatever else he is, his boss is an artist and the tattoos that cover Kieran’s body is a testimony to that fact. He has learned much from his boss’ mastery, but Kieran was an artist in his own right – with piercings. Kieran could pierce anything and his body was his calling card.
The shop may look like a sleazy dive, but the tattoo and piercing equipment was top of the line and more sterile than a hospital operating room. Kieran prepared his tools with practiced meticulousness, because today, he would add one more piercing.
For weeks Kieran planned, designed and hand-crafted this new piece. Without even a flinch, Kieran applied the needle with surgical precision. No need for numbing agents; life had left Kieran immune to physical and mental pain.
With the task complete, Kieran snapped a picture to use in his portfolio. Custom crafted and fitted metal nose guard with fine metal chains that attach to a septum. As he put his tools away, Kieran notices his boss watching him. The barest nod of a head was all Kieran received, but that tiny gesture was high praise.
From one artist to another.
Sizes: unisex – mod / copy / no trans
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals – HIDE Buttons on the HUD allow many different styles of the piercing (like you can see on the vendor)

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale