You found your eyes drawn almost irresistably to the swirling pink crystal inlaid into the golden ring on the floor. Most of my sister's wiccan stuff is pretty cheap, but that ring... it's really nice-looking...
Before you realized what were you doing, you bent over and plucked the ring up off the floor, rolling it over in your hands as the shimmering light danced on your face. Something inside of you was compelling you to put the ring on, to claim it as your own, and the more you though about it the better the idea seemed.
There's so much junk in here, I'm sure Ashley'd never notice if this went missing. Unable to stop yourself any longer, you slipped the ring onto your finger...
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