[Lawtan]

With a creak of chitin the insectoid creature leans down to V, four srachid eyes looking into hers, and the mustache-like pincers bending under an imaginary nose. "Why, Madame, I am the refined Docteur Camptophyllus Arachnobitus Moreau, but you may call me Campy." His smaller arms move around nervously futzing with each other.

"I've...well, lost my job at the university studying art and medicine, for unapproved research on using my natural paralyzing fluids as an anesthetic on body modifications. My research was superb, and I found that I could use it in conjunction with other chemicals to greatly reduce the possibility of infection. Sadly, I misled my university's supporters, and in their frustration, they have expelled me. In exchange for payment, I would be willing to use what I've discovered to assist your management in body modification, as well as design Tattoos." He leans back on his four larger legs, having spent his breath for a moment.