Tattooing

She took out the laptop from her bag and put it in front of me.

"What is this for?"

"Live recording"

"Oh"

She took out a small camera and wore it on her forehead, like it was some kind of headband.

"It will hurt a little. Please endure it"

"Finish it quickly"

[Calm down, Das]

"I am calm!"

"Sorry?"

"It wasn't talking to you" 

She began tattooing.

"Does it hurt?"

"I doesn't"

"If it hurts, then I can slow down"

"It doesn't hurt. Please finish it quickly"

 It doesn't hurt at all.

I can't even feel anything in the first place.

After tattooing for a while, she stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"I can't do it"

"What do you mean?"

"I need to talk while doing it. And you just...I am sorry I can continue"

"Wait, what's wrong?"

"I am sorry"

"What do you mean by can't continue it? It's your damn job!"