She wears it.

Zira snatched the ring from Lilly's open palm, "Ill take it. Now go on, run along..." The naive princess smiled and said her goodbye before heading back out into the city and skipped home. When the door shut, the gypsey woman slipped the ring onto her finger then raised it into the light. A night light shined from within the ring's gemstone and Zira awaited some sort of power to flow through her, but none came. "What in the hells! Does it do anything at all?! Damn! Well, I'm going to be late for to pick up my mystic powder..."

Zira stood up and walked towards the door, not noticing that the ring's power was taking affect. Her clothes were disappearing in a bright light that flowed downward from head to toe. Every stitch evaporated from her body to reveal the silky brown skin underneath while her hair fell down over her breasts. As she opened the door and stepped through the threshold she was completely unaware that the power of the Ring of Godiva had left her bare.

It was a casual stroll through the town for Zira who noticed she had attracted many gazes from the people on the streets and lookers from within their homes. She had merely assumed that the ring had made her more attractive in the eyes of mortals to which she was somewhat right. Men and women alike could not help but stare at the sight of this fabulous looking women walking down the street, not a thing to cover her except her wavy, dark brown locks. The best view was that of the back, being able to see her wonderous rear sway with each step and thighs tucking under its round flesh.

Her midday streak through the residential area to the market place was about forty-five minutes of walking past gawking strangers to her destination. It was a shabby store wedged between other more modest buildings with a rickety old door and paint peeling off its walls. The interior was somewhat dim but was far better by comparison to the outside. A dark skinned bearded man sat in a high chair against the wall behind the counter. Shelves lined with various doodads, bobbles, trinkets, and mostly alchemical ingredients littered the small first floor of the building.

The man looked up at the sound of the door creaking closed and noticed Zira inher current state, taken back by it for a second then comparing himself as if it were any other time. "Hello Zira. How are you today?"

"Ah, I'm fine George. Need some my powder," she responded leaning on the counter and resting her tits on top.

"So the usual," said George looking down back at her and getting a nice view of her rack as her hair had moved out of the way. "I've got my supply upstairs. Come on back and I'll get ya some." George opened the saloon style doors to let her behind the counter and they both walked to the stairs where George let her go first, seemingly out of good manners but it was so he could get a nice look at her back end. The second floor was George's small apartment, decked out in the style of his native lands and much nicer than the rest of the building. He led her over to a cabinet filled with his personal stock of ingredients, medicines, and other mystical things.

His large, rough hand reached up and grabbed a pouch of powder and handed it over to Zira and while doing so, he felt the ring on one of her fingers. He turned Zira's dainty hand over to see the ring, "My what a lovely ring...," he remarked while looking it over.

"Yes, a client of mine found it for me. I think shall keep it rather than sell it."

"You don't say...", he added before noticing the horse within the sapphire. "Ah so it is the Ring of Godiva," George thought to himself, "That would explain Zira's state of undress. The ring is cursed to **** the wearer to be naked, usually in public, and make them unaware of thisr nudity. It takes a great amount of interference to make her aware of the situation..."

"How much do I owe you?"

George saw Zira reach for her pocket and did not want to ruin the surprise too early, "Its free of charge."

"Well that's kind of you George. I think I'll be on my way then," and the two went downstairs. George absorbed as much as he could before her departure while Zira headed for the door, "Do you mind if I use the back door? I've been attracting stares all day and wouldn't want to flood the street with peasant drool."

"Why sure," and George let the gypsey out the back into a dingy alley filled with the filth that would line the streets if it werent someone's job to clean them everyday. Down the alleyways she went back to her home, but it wasn't easy as they were like a maze with many dead ends.

Halfway through she stumbled upon a group of gamblers huddled around a brick wall and playing dice. She walked past them unnoticed, but could not help making a snarky remark, "You're wasting your time. Go earn some real money back at your old job, cleaning waste or shoveling pig shit!", finishing it off with a laugh.

The annoyed group of men turned to see their verbal assailant to see a sky clad woman carrying a pouch of powder laughing as her ass stared back at them. "Oui! Girly!", they called out forcing her to turn, "Why you walkin' out about like that with ya arse and fuckin' tits waving about!"

"Huh?"

"Yeah," said another, "You some kinda whore!"

"What?! I don't know what you're talking about!"

A third chimed in, "Yeah, is pay quite a bit for what you're sellin'!"

"I'd never stoop so low as to sell my body for gold! And if I did, I'd have to be very **** to sell to any of you..."

"Well fellas, it look like we'll gettin' this one for free," and all five men walked up to the gypsey girl who still had no fear of this simpltons.

"I mean look at these tits!," one of the men said as he reached out and moved her hair behind her so he could get grasp of her left breast. He flicked her nipple and Zira just stood there shocked, "Nice, firm, and suckable. Wouldn't mind a go at these."

"Yeah and this!," said another before getting a firm grip on her warm snatch, "Ooooo, that's nice and tight I bet."

"What about this fing back 'ere!", and a third slapped her on the ass. Zira just backed away then looked down at herself, realizing what the ring had done and then she looked back at the men and the five bulges in their pants....

Some time later, the door to Zira's shop flung open and a pissed off gypsey stomped inside, still naked but now with covered in drying cum. It was on her chest, along her back, between her toes and fingers, on her face, some fused the strands her her hair, and some leaked out of her holes except for her mouth which had either spit out or swallowed all that it had come in contact with. The enraged woman pulled off the ring and slammed it on the table then went up stairs to take a bath and get dressed. She wanted to relax from what the five unruly men had done to her, using her in and out and all at once.