I met Alissa and the girls at the Eternal Ink convention in Detroit.
We toured the classy Renaissance Hotel in search of something unwholesome... eventually we stumbled upon obscure halls leading behind a Ball room, and there, in the winding, sour, un-lit bowels of the hotel, was this closed down, coroded old kitchen behind large steel gates.
What a perfectly crass way to exhibit myself...
I came to Motor city to get some ink.
I left a Suicide Girl.
xoxox Luscious