Tattoo

"What? Why?" The tattoo artist asked, her short black hair whipping by her head as she tried to get a good look at the girl. The tattoo artist had heard a lot of strange things but never as strange as this.
"Why not?" The girl asked.
At first the tattoo artist has absolutely no idea what to say. Then she just blurts out:
"Well ok. I'm sorry for offending you it' just that it's not every day a girl wants a tattoo of a black cat on her nose." The tattoo artist almost breaks down laughing, because of how ridiculous this sounds. That had maybe been the strangest thing that she had ever said.
"I don't expect someone like you to understand. It's too complicated. What is your name?"
The tattoo artist just kind of stares in shock not knowing what to say or do. She then stammers out her name.
"M-M-Miranda. What's yours?"
The girl takes a long time to answer, looking like she's thinking. Miranda seems to think that maybe there is something wrong with this girl. Something... Extremely wrong. But she knew it was not her place to say anything. After what seems like hours the girl says:
"Kloak."
"Excuse me?"
"Kloak."
"Cloak? What?"
"No. kloak. My name."
"Um. Ok, Kloak lets get you strapped in here and we can begin your tattoo. But... Just to warn you... It will hurt. A lot."
Kloak smiles. A genuine real smile and says:
"Pain. Pain? You really think-" She laughs then entirely stops her sentence altogether.
Miranda at this point is starting to think this is a dream. She hopes it is a dream.
"Nobody this insane should be wandering around freely on Earth!" She thinks to herself
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
Kloak is in a rage, her eyes glint red and Miranda shivers..
She didn't say a thing.
"Oh nothing... Anyway... Let's just get on with the tattoo shall we?"
"YES!!!!!!!" Kloak is now almost screaming.
Miranda sits her down in the chair and begins the tattoo. This is when the people normally freak out because the pain is so great. Kloak, on the other hand, is smiling.
"This... Doesn't hurt?" Miranda asked, pulling her black jacket more tightly over her shoulders.
"No. Not a bit." In fact, Kloak seems to be enjoying this.
"So... Where do you come from?"
Kloak suddenly looks angry.
"None of your concern."
Kloak, for a second looks concerned, as if I have just discovered one of her secrets. The concerned look fades just a fast as it appears on her face.
Miranda sighs and says:
"Done."
"That was fast." Kloak looks puzzled.
"I am very fast. It was a very small tattoo."
Kloak suddenly looks very happy.
"So it is DONE. No more work left? Nothing?"
She smirks and Miranda is really thinking about calling in the police. She reached for the phone when-
"Thank you." It was a genuine thank you, not at all with the sarcasm Miranda would expect.
"Alrighty then... Would you like to look in a mirror or-"
She is cut off when Kloak looks out the window and into the sky.
"FINALLY!" She screams and disappears into thin air.