I just have the one and it's probably tacky by your standards, so I don't know what to tell you. It was a gift. I'll just have to keep on disappointing your ne'er-do-well hopes for my private life.

[She stretches out on the bed, making sure her tattoo is fully visible for five consecutive seconds, to make a point, before burying both her hands beneath her pillow and snuggling up, still watching him work.]