Tarzan, the tattooed artist, finds his muse in Blanche, a curvaceous Czech with pale, unblemished skin. She struts into his studio, clad in nothing but high heels and a confident smile. Tarzan's eyes trace the lines of her natural tits and the curve of her ass, imagining the ink that will soon adorn her form. He starts with her toes, running his tongue along her sole, making her shiver. His hands roam her body, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of her muscles. Blanche watches him, her breath quickening, her pussy growing wet.