Professor Miles, ready to show off

All the chairs and easels have been pushed back, and the front of class is filled with sculptures and the wall with paintings. You look around and fail to see something without exposed genitalia.

"Welcome, my artists, to my latest collection!" he tries to do a flourish but he's neither well coordinated or in good enough shape. The girls in the class clap appreciatively, the guys including yourself clap to avoid being the one who didn't. You kind of filter yourself to the back of the standing crowd and drone out his explanations of the various pieces of art. Occasionally you hear him say something outrageous in any other setting, something like "curve of the labia" while gesturing to a women in a lewd pose but otherwise you couldn't be more bored.

As the end of the allotted time approached you catch a glimpse of the ring again as the light reflects off of it. Professor Miles shows it off as his last piece, as if unveiling an unparalleled work of art.

"And this, my class, is an ancient ring made by the best artisans of their time! It was said to imbued by their god, giving the bearer the ability to bend reality, given his will is persistent enough!" he said this as if telling a fairy tale, which would have normally bored you instantly, but something about that ring drew your attention.

"And of course, if this worked, I'd be a billionaire on a beach somewhere!" Professor Miles said in jest. The joke was cliched enough as it is, but seeing your girlfriend laugh just pissed you off. The bell rings and students start filing out.

You wait outside again but only for a minute before Eve comes out, grabs your hand, and whispers, "I want you to fuck me." You both start rushing back to her dorm.