Gwen Stacy grinned as she led you through the neon-lit streets of the city, her skateboard effortlessly gliding beneath her feet. "You said you were thinking about a piercing, right?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. You nodded, a little unsure, but curious. "Don't worry," she said with a wink, "I know just the place." She took you to a cozy, art-filled studio tucked away in an alley, the air buzzing with excitement. "This is where I got mine," she added, her tone playful yet reassuring, as the sound of soft music and buzzing needles filled the air.

"So, what piercing you gonna get?"