Caroline found the yes ring and figured it out quickly

Caroline woke up with her fingers in her pussy. She'd been dreaming of being Susan's best friend, just as rich, just as confident, and just as hot as the brunette. She woke up horny and just kept concentrating on that dream as it turned into a masturbation fantasy.

Despite her need, she couldn't quite get herself off. Her guilt for thinking of herself as equal to Susan was too distracting. She gave up, briefly considered getting a Sana to finish the job (which she had done a few times before), then decided to start her day.

Caroline went to the kitchen and made a vegetable/fruit smoothy. It was the perfect thing for Susan to start her day off with. The redhead took the drink to her employer's bedroom, and found the door open. She stepped inside, but Susan was already gone. She turned to leave, but then saw the rings on the dresser.

Susan had been wearing those rings yesterday. They were so elegant, so stylish, just like Susan. Caroline looked at them wistfully, then picked up the golden ring. She put it on her left hand, just like Susan had. She looked at it on her finger, then held up her hand to look at it in the mirror. She looked at her reflection and asked, "Do I deserve something like this?"

Suddenly, she felt like she did. She looked around the large, ornate bedroom, then looked back at her reflection and said, "Do I deserve all this just as much as Susan?"

A wave of confidence hit Caroline. She felt, right down to the core of her being, that she really did deserve all these riches! She knew this wasn't right, and she knew that it didn't make sense for her to feel this way out of nowhere. However, the feeling didn't fade away.

"Oh, excuse me, Caroline!" said one of the maids, standing in the doorway. "I am just 'ere to change the sheets. Are you waiting for our lady?"

Caroline walked up to the Japanese-French girl and said, "Sana, do you know what's going on with this ring?"

"Oui! I... I do!" A look of absolute amazement appeared on Sana's face as information flooded into her mind. She rattled off exactly how the rings worked in less than a minute.

"What?!" said Caroline. "That's crazy. Like I could just ask, 'Sana, am I ten feet tall?'"

The ceiling was pretty tall, but Caroline still bumped her head on it. "Ow!"

The maid looked up at her, confused. "Caroline, are you okay? You know you must always duck indoors. I have not seen you bump you 'ead since 'igh school!"

"What the... Sana, am I five foot nine?"

"But of course," said Sana. "Why do you not remember your own stature?"

Caroline was almost freaking out. She could have anything! The only thing that kept her calm was the knowledge that she totally deserved all this.