Bamboo Weave

Her entire parlor was comprised of this woven bamboo. The chairs, the mats on the floor, the table where she practices her dark trade. I slowly approached with my hands clasped in front of me like an adolescent in front of the head master all over again… she just smiled and gestured me toward the table. I felt that little jump in my stomach, like I always do… and, I had heard this little Asian beauty was "talented", so I was doubly excited for what was to come… well worth the money, the back room, shady deals, and the long, harrowing flight into the farthest East… this was gonna be one KILLER TATTOO!!!