The best laid plan or planning on getting laid?

You lie down on the cool ground, feeling the dew seep into your clothes, and watch the stars above as Hunny snuggles up beside you. The ring of wishes felt warm in your hand. You decide to keep it hidden for now, the power it holds could be useful. Hunny whispers sweet nothings into your ear, her breath hot on your neck, making it hard to ignore the ache between your legs. Despite Dervish's orders, the temptation to stir up some trouble was too great. You’re horny.

As the campfire crackles, casting flickering shadows across the clearing, you whisper to Hunny, "If we want to get out of this mess, we need to be smarter."

“One, who would want to get out of this and B, we aren’t smarter. We can be smuttier but not smarter dummy!” Hunny whispers.

She had a point. The ring was useless if you didn’t know how to use it properly. You never know what you’ll get from a wish. You had to be smart. And think everything through. You grip the ring and wish.