Chapter 119: Aniya

  At this time, Elsa looked at Ada again.

  "Stop daydreaming, Elsa, let's go, Manhattan is waiting for us!"

  It's already very hot in July, but the weather is gloomy now, with gusts of wind one after another, so it's quite cool. However, it seems like there isn't much time before it starts raining.

  So Catherine simply let the bodyguards drive and follow her all the way. If it rained, they could leave immediately.

  "Kate, have you heard about those hoof boots that are all the rage lately?" Ida asked suddenly.

  "Uh-huh."

  It seems that the people who buy these shoes are all hippies. Although they are trendy shoes, after being created in the "future" of 2010, there will still be few people wearing them.

  But it seems that donkey hoof shoes appearing at this time are even more popular.

  "True, it was your idea in the first place. But I still think the original shoes look better, however my toes can't take it... Sigh, if only I had learned ballet before..."

  "Ballet isn't all it's cracked up to be, Ida," said Kathryn, glancing down at her own feet.

  "I know, I'm just saying," Ada sighed.

  Maybe it's going to rain, now the street has pedestrians, but they are also in a hurry, after all, this kind of weather is likely to be heavy rain.

  "Kate, I heard you bought another piece of land in Manhattan?" Ida asked again.

  "That's right." Catherine nodded. "But it's still under construction, and when the time comes, the headquarters of ARK Group will also be moved there, oh, and Intel's marketing department will move there too."

  In Manhattan's high-rise buildings, Catherine never thought of being independent at all.

  She didn't want to be hit by "International Warrior" Big Beard Uncle later on.

  After all, the Twin Towers were a symbol of New York and that's why they were attacked, but Catherine's building was too conspicuous... 70 yards is terrifying.

  "By the way, Kate, maybe you're interested in tattoos?" Ida said suddenly.

  But at this time, Catherine's head shook like a rattle drum.

  "No way, this is absolutely not okay."

  As for tattoos and piercings, Catherine is quite repelled by them, so to this day, she still doesn't have her ears pierced.

  "Okay, Kate, but maybe you can come with me and take a look, maybe you'll like it?"

  "I won't necessarily like it, but going to take a look is no big deal."

  Catherine was also curious about tattoos.

  Catherine thinks the most beautiful one is probably Japanese-style tattoos, although this may have something to do with the strange and incomprehensible culture of the Japanese people. Because Japan's culture has been corroded by various molds, it has produced some very strange things, such as romantic action movies...

  But Catherine herself would never get a tattoo, and tattoos are very painful.

  "Aida, who drew this picture for you?" Catherine suddenly thought of a serious question.

  Aida... won't be taken advantage of, will she?

  No, but Ida burst out laughing instead.

  "I'm not that stupid, actually, the tattoo artist over there is a girl."

  What's the job of a female tattoo artist?

  "And besides, she's about our age, and she's French, you'll see."

  The location is not far away, but it's just a small storefront. After all, New York has very high land prices.

  The business in the store is very good, several young people waiting for tattoos are all waiting there.

  Catherine wore a pair of sunglasses, but her figure was pretty good, and there were also Ida and Elsa.

  "Hey, little girl..."

  What they were about to do was anyone's guess. They shut up quickly enough after catching sight of the two burly bodyguards standing behind Catherine... and outside, four more guards were scanning the surroundings.

  "Anya?"

  Aida shouted towards the house and a man in his thirties came out.

  "Aida? Oh, Ania is getting a tattoo, just wait a moment."

  Then the man went back again.

  "She is Aniya's father, the master of this house."

  Catherine nodded and sat down beside him, waiting quietly.

  Soon, a strange girl with green hair, wearing an ultra-mini skirt and suspenders, walked out, glanced at Catherine and the others, and then walked away.

  Then, another brown-haired girl came out from inside.

  She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a blue vest, and had healthy wheat-colored skin. There was a rose tattoo on her arm, but it looked like it was painted on rather than actually being a tattoo.

  "Aida?"

  Anya looked at Ida who was going back and forth, seemingly a bit strange.

  "Are you going to get a tattoo?"

  "No, I'm just out with my friends, and I thought I'd bring them over to meet you. This is Catherine, this is Elsa."

  "Hello, I'm Aniya, a tattoo artist here and also Aida's friend. If you like tattoos, feel free to come find me!"

  "Thanks, just call me Kate. But unfortunately, although I think tattoos look good, I'm afraid of the pain and also don't like some... uh, things that make your body weird."

  Anya seemed to glance unintentionally at Catherine's unpierced ears and smiled: "This can be seen."

  "Kate, want to try it?" Then she looked at Elsa: "Elsa, do you want to give it a shot?"

  "Huh?"

  Elsa was somewhat discomfited.

  "Come on~ It's just a painting, no big deal. What's the harm in trying it out?"

  As she spoke, Ida winked and leaned in close to Elsa's ear: "If you agree, tonight, I'll teach you a way to subdue Kate..."

  "This... shall we go and take a look? It should be all right?" Catherine asked tentatively.

  "Ah, come on in. I'm not busy with anything right now." Looking at Catherine's strange expression, she added: "I only do tattoos for girls, that's my father's work."

  Then they were led into the tattoo parlor by Ania.

  It's very clean here, and in the distance there is a table with some papers on it, which seem to be drawings. Catherine walked over and found that they were several pictures of women's figures.

  Although it was mainly a woman's tattoo that stood out, the look on the woman's face made Catherine's eyes light up.

  Isn't this style of painting... exactly what I've always wanted?

  It meets the aesthetic of Americans, but also has a sense of idealism and beauty!

  "Who painted this?"

  Catherine was immediately excited.

  "I."

  Anya looked at Catherine strangely: "What's wrong?"

  Catherine gazed at her with a fervent expression, making Anya feel somewhat uneasy.

  ……

  Damn WOT, lost 14 games in a row...