Yes, and....

The door locks, and the ring pilots your body through carnal relations: She strips you, you strip her, grabbing and groping and kissing the whole time. She pulls a double-ended dildo out of her purse, and you both use it. Followed by scissoring. Then a sixty-nine session.

Four orgasms and a ton of sweat later, the woman speaks up, “So a female host again, huh Ringo?”

“Ringo?” You ask in your head.

And for once, he speaks aloud when he responds, despite someone else in the room, “Yes, Alice, she knows me as Ringo. She choose the name for a fairly obvious reason. Also yes, Debbie, another female host.”

“Ooh, she's awake?” The woman apparently named Debbie raises an eyebrow, “Kinky.”

“Her choice,” you shrug, still under the Ring's control. “Standard training deal. Starting with a basic brick, she's almost ready to expand the power set.”

.”So who's Debbie?” You ask.

“Debbie is a former student, a speedster,” your body answers, again out loud, “I taught her in…” he pauses, “...okay, how are you still so young? That was ninety years ago, and you were thirty at the time.”

The woman chuckles, “Part of why I wanted some of the body bender type of speedster in the mix: Rapid recovery is something I could bend into agelessness: My cellular damage heals up fine now. Figured that out at forty.”

The ring keeps your body dead still for a minute while the other woman slowly smiles wider and wider. “Do you mind if I study and copy that? That would be an excellent addition to my set of offerings.”

“Yeah, sure… a million bucks.” Debbie's grin grows.

“Done,” the ring pulls out your phone and logs into that funny website, “where would you like me to transfer the money?”

Debbie fetches her own phone from her clothes, and reads it off… she waits long enough to see the pending transaction, and nods, “Okay.”

You're abruptly in control of your body again as the ring hops off your finger and onto Debbie's. Who then reaches into your purse and pulls out one of the many pieces of jewelry the ring has you carry everywhere… and the ring in Debbie's body sits down, and starts using her body to write in that weird glowing gold thread way of his on the jewelry.

After ten minutes, you pause, “Umm… how long will this take?”

“About an hour…” the Ring in Debbie's body answers idly, not breaking focus.

“This is how you learn powers to teach?” He's really distracted.

“First part of it. I'm copying down how it works into an object, which I can then study in detail later,” the ring idly answers, “I can then memorize it so I still have it the next time I have to reset.” He keeps working, “I can also analyze it and break it down… like, the body bender type of speed leading to cellular regeneration is true, but if anything that should lead to aging _faster_. However, Debbie convinced herself it would work, and _made it work_. I'm copying the whole set over, and will untangle the agelessness from the two types of speed she has that I already know well.”

“So you study super powers,” you nod.

“Monsters too,” the ring… Ringo?... answers, “Although the distinction is petty. Undead, Curses, Lycanthropes, ‘basic’ monsters, and super powers all share the same basic mechanics. There's some useful distinctions between the groups, but… it's all magic in the end.”

“And magic is a divine energy produced by all souls…” You remember.

“Indeed…” the ring nods in Debbie's body.

“And you can make things to draw on that power.” You’re putting together some bad ideas….

“It's how a curse works,” Ringo continues working, “also undead, lycanthropy, idols, and several other things; study of such is how I was able to build the ‘weights’ helping you exercise.”

“So if you got a bunch of people together…” you consider the possibilities.

“Let me stop you right there,” your instructor keeps working, “I have handled clean up from way too many people who had variations on that ‘oh so wonderful’ idea. It is absolutely possible to forge a spell or item that drains magic from people who aren't really using theirs and turn it to some other end.” Debbie's body takes a breath, “It _never_ ends well. Gather magic from willing donors to push it into a spell and you end up with an idol: The magic forms a being of purpose and power with no conscience, and it changes over time based on the beliefs of the mob powering an abomination that no mortal can truly control, with the most influential people's minds being those who are the least reasonable.” Another breath as the ring continues to work, “Do the same with unwilling donors, and you end up with a ‘devil’ - an idol that's _even worse_ because it constantly wants to chain more people to the herd. Try channeling it through yourself and - assuming it doesn't directly kill you, which is, quite frankly, the best possible outcome from trying it - you end up slipping into insanity as the linked souls grow ever stronger from the constant exercise, and proceed to drown you in their own emotions and memories.”

“But surely if it's temporary…” you consider.

“That kind of solution is insidious,” Ringo shakes Debbie's head, “you'll do it once for an obvious, well-defined threat, disassemble the device, and everything will go perfectly. Then a slightly less well defined threat will come along, and people will pressure you to use the same solution. Because it makes sense. Because it worked before. Because nothing bad happened last time. Because you're just listening to the paranoid ramblings of some addled ancient who's stuck in silly superstition. Because they know better. Whatever. People will keep using it until it blows up in their faces… and it always will, eventually.”

You stop and consider that, “But you're doing something like that, aren't you?”