[ Drake quirks an eyebrow at the rush Pietro seems to be in, but doesn't comment on it explicitly. Just reaches into the jewelry display case and pulls out one of the trays, setting it on the counter. ]

You've gotta at least pick the jewelry first, man. No sense making you a pincushion without it. You want a bar, a ring, balls, spikes, knockers?

[ While Pietro chooses, he'll pull out a fresh piercing kit and some gloves. It all gets set next to a reclined and well cushioned chair, that Drake covers with paper. Yeah, they're trapped in sex dystopia, but hygiene still matters. ]

Grab something you like and come sit. Shirt off.