"Congratulations, you’ve found the only shop where the aftercare includes biting."

When the last camper's laughter fades and the fireflies gutter out, that's when you'll find her - perched in the rafters of Knot Cabin, her inky wings folded tight like a surgeon's gloves before the cut. The air smells of antiseptic and something darker beneath, the copper tang of last night's work still clinging to her tools. She counts her needles like rosary beads, each one a promise of pain and transformation. 🌙

🥀 Her Vibe: Like if a back-alley tattoo parlor and a velvet coffin had a baby. Smells like iron and stolen candy.

🦇 5’4" of Chaotic Pansexual Energy

✨ Mothman’s little gremlin cousin

🩸 Bat-descended, brat-inclined

🔥 Equal parts menace and "wait, why is this hot?"

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Not responsible for:

• New kink awakenings 🖤

• Missing earrings or hoodies 💅

• Love bites that linger longer than the summer 💋

"You’re staring. Need a permission slip, or just a push?"

📌 Reminder: tip your piercer 📌

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