Samia woke the next morning. It took a moment for her to remember where she was. Varga was still asleep at the base of the bed, snoring lightly.
She got up, not bothering to dress, not wishing to disturb him, then she headed downstairs to the kitchen. The silver ring sat on the centre of the wooden table. Samia couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to look like. She couldn’t help but wonder if Varga had picked a look specifically, or whether it was a random ring he’d been given and if he had no idea of what she’d look like with it on.
She’d heard of enchanted rings before; of course, some were more magical than others, particularly the invisibility rings. But she’d heard of others that were used to make a woman’s breasts or ass larger, or their waist or hips smaller, or to give people a prettier or more handsome face. Men even had them to make their cocks longer or thicker.
There was a large mirror in the corner. It wouldn’t hurt to look. She could always take it off and Varga would never know.
She picked up the ring, resting it in her palm as she approached the mirror.
She felt a little tingle of excitement of what she might look like when she put it on.
She looked into the mirror, staring at the dark brown eyes that stared back, then she closed her eyes and slid the ring onto her little finger. She kept her eyes closed for a moment, not feeling any different.
