Continue.

You hear a knock on the door. "Who is it?" you ask.

"Wendy," a voice replies. "I just wanted to check on those piercings."

"All right," you say. "Come on in."

Wendy walks in, pushing a tray on wheels with a variety of instruments and a couple of cups of something or other, and approaches you. She inspects your ears carefully, removes the hoops, and swabs your ears with alcohol. "Looks good," she says. She places some studs into your ears.

"All right," she says. "You can go to bed now." She pushes the tray out of the room, closing your door behind her.