Jenna drove to the tattoo parlor with a singleminded purpose. She knew that somehow the tattoo was responsible for Mel's change, though it didn't make any sense whatsoever.
She pulled up into the lot, seeing a single car parked, and hoped it belonged to the man who'd tatooed her friend. She barged in, still feeling rather angry, but was caught off guard by the artist inside, who seemed so kindly, that she seemed to feel her anger slipping away whenever she looked into his eyes.
"You inked my friend yesterday, didn't you?" she asked, trying to summon the anger she'd felt only moments before, and failing.
"Yes I did. Is there something you'd like done?" he asked, constantly maintaining eye contact with her. (If it broke, his charm over her might fail as well; he could feel her strong will fighting against it even now.)
"Look..umm.." she said, shaking her head, confused. "Uh...yeah..look last night she...she.."
"Changed into the pit bull?" he said, smiling at her.
"Yeah!" she said, "Wait...you knew?"
"Oh yes, Jenna, I knew," he told her. (Jenna didn't even notice he knew her name without her speaking it.) "Jenna, I specialize in making dreams come true, through art. That's all I did. I made the animal on the inside manifest itself on the outside. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
"N-No...I don't THINK so," she said.
"Now, since I didn't do anything wrong....is there some hidden desire that I can help you fulfill? "