[Yasha doesn't want to admit that the Hotel knows her better than she knows herself. It is a thought disturbing on such a level that she can't deal with right now. It fills her with such rage that it's better if it is not brought up- not in a way that it doesn't have a resolution or explanation.

She has a frown on her face while the woman ponders the flowers and the meaning behind them, and only the offer of getting a tattoo catches her attention. She never considered getting one, even if she traveled with seasoned people who did wonderful tattoos. Hell, her best friend was a peacock, a wonderful tapestry of tattoos that were a thing to behold.

Her eyes finally take in all of the ink a woman has on her skin, eyes taking in all the curves of her body, but mastery of the art as well. A tattoo... she could get one- no, two--!!]

It never crossed my mind but, I'd like to have a tattoo. Well, two of them, perhaps. [She shakes her head] I wouldn't let this place give me tattoos of my own will.