A Ring

Moora takes a good look at the item she found, it's a silver ring with a large sapphire in the center, strange runes on the edges. It reflects an almost blinding light from the sun. This is it! She decides to take it to a merchant in town, she'll get a good price for this.

It's at this moment she realizes the state of her dress, her blouse has become somewhat transparent from being soaked, the wet cloth sticking directly to her skin would allow any passerby to notice the pink of her nipples.

She decides it best to change into her... less damp dress. She unbuckles her belt, starts to remove her dress-

"Oh yes, you'll do." a voice calls out.

Moora jumps. She starts to panic, frantically scanning the area wondering who is seeing her in such a state.

"Who's there?" she calls back.

Initially, there's no reply. Was it just her imagination? What if it wasn't? Could someone be watching her silently from a distance.

Suddenly, she notices the sapphire in her new treasure start to glow.

"You dare summon me and lack the decency to properly introduce yourself?" The voice rings again, this time louder, more surrounding.

Moora's panic increases, and while searching, realizing that it's not coming from around her, but inside her head. She knows little of spells, but has heard of some from the stories peasants are told when they're young.

"W-where are you?" she shouts back.

The voice replies, with an annoyed tone. "I'm right here, no need to be so loud." The ring's glow increases for a moment. "Mortals these days have lost their manners. We're going to have to fix that."

Confused, Moora asks "What do you mean 'fix that'?".