No, the piercings are permanent

You watch with anticipation as Siora spends several minutes furiously hunting for the information she wants. After a good while cross-referencing pages in the book, she rushes over to pick up her staff then stands proudly in front of you.

"Turn to me and hold still," she instructs. You turn to her and stick out your chest slightly, ready for whatever she is about to try. "I'm not exactly sure what that enchantment is on your..." She trails off, blushing at the words coming to mind.

"Piercings?" You suggest, making sure your helper keeps her focus.

"Yes, piercings." Siora shuts her eyes and shakes her head, getting herself back on track. "This spell should tell me what exactly I need to do to remove them." She finishes preparing her spell, radiating light from the top of her staff. As the spell takes hold, the chain on your nipples begins floating freely, as if gravity was turned off for it momentarily. You can't help but stare at the motion of tiny golden chain links. The way they collide with each other and influence the motion of the adjacent links is hypnotizing.

You snap back to reality when, in an instant, the weight returns to the chain. It tugs lightly on your nipples as it bounces into its normal resting position. You look up at Siora expectantly, wondering what she might have found out with her spell. The look she gives you back, full of confusion and worry, concerns you.

"That can't be right," she mumbles to herself as she flips open her spell book again. "I can't believe..." Her voice trails off as she focuses back on the text. You watch as her face betrays her mental journey trying to think of any way her hypothesis could be wrong. She apparently finds what she's looking for, furrows her brow, and slams the book closed. "We'll just have to try it!" She declares confidently. You question to yourself how confident she actually is, with the frustrated expression she showed just before.

Siora steadies her staff in front of her, its jeweled tip just in front of your adorned tits. This time, the light in the staff builds slowly as she chants an incantation in Elvish. When she finishes uttering the last word, the growing light focuses forward for a moment and shoots directly into the middle of your chain. It rattles violently, as if a huge wind storm is blowing only on it. When the light disappears, the chain settles in its original position again, with not even a scratch or scorch mark to show that it had been tampered with at all.

At this point you are very worried. "What's wrong with it?" You ask Siora, **** to know what's actually going on.

"This enchantment is incredibly advanced," she begins explaining. "It's got some sort of curse on it that can only be removed with the specific magic crest used in the enchantment spell itself. I have no way of knowing what the crest was, and I would have to perfectly replicate it in order to do anything at all. Unless you want to tear them out of your flesh, I can't remove them."

You are devastated at the news. Just when you had thought that you could finally be rid of the last reminder of your recent ordeal, you find out that you will probably have to live with this for the rest of your life. These lewd, showy piercings will forever remind you of how close you were to losing everything to that goblin chieftain.