That was the description that went along with the places name. No one was ever informed of the intricate designs of Fiendish Creations without that little add-on. And indeed it was in a bad part of town. But that didn't deter business.

Located downtown, the building seems as if it's been condemned. The alley just beside it is a haven for the homeless, screaming infestation and disease. Gang members patrol the streets, searching for an innocent victim on whom they might perform some sort of initiation on. And in the middle of it all, a bright neon sign burned harshly against the darkness.

Fiendish Creations earned it's name for the owner and tattoo artist extrodinaire. She's been known to come up with some freakish designs, and she enjoys her work almost too much. However, she's earned a reputation for being the best tattoo artist in town, and she's got the designs to prove it. 

Fiendish Creations is just a name. Or is it? Upon entering the building, the entire area is covered in designs of the body. Three chairs sit in the middle of the room, equipped with needles and such -- everything needed to run a successful tattoo parlor. A curtain hangs over a door in the back, shielding the entrance to the piercing room. Entry into there is costly, for the piercings of this place are not all that common. This is the place a person would come for something odd, out of the ordinary, and usually very painful. Ah, but does one dare to enter the room beyond?