You are with your arranged husband, well, soon to be husband. Your brain itches from trying to break the silence with asking stupid questions. "How many piercings you got?" You ask, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Five." He answers smirking, you study his face, two little hoops in each ear, a barbell on his left eyebrow, and one lip ring.

That is four, where could the fifth one be? "I can hear your brain thinking," he says. "You don't even know where it is, but you want to see it?" He asks, leaning back in his chair crossing his arms. "Sure... why not?" You say ,very intrigued but a bit nervous now.

"If you're too intimidated, I'll understand." He smirks again