More?

My rage isn't making me think clearly, so I answer, "I'm all ears."

He gives a wicked smile, "Well then... You seem like a nice girl. Would I be wrong to assume you haven't been with anyone other than your husband?"

"No, you wouldn't be wrong assuming that," I smirk back at him.

"Good. Well, I have a friend who is the best tattoo artist in the city. He has been dying to meet a nice girl like you. If You commit to this and let us record it, for our own use, of course, We will weave both the fees for here and the fees for any additional tattoo you want FOR LIFE."

"You're being very vague. Just tell me what it is already."

"Oh, sorry. We want to try tattooing the name of every man to enter you, right above the whole they enter. I know you're mad at your husband... What better way to get back at him than to make him see the names of the other man you fuck every time he looks at your amazing body."