Inside the box was a large, ornate ring in a dark bronze color. The metal was smooth and polished but faded with age, and strange markings were etched into the sides. I peered closer, and saw that there were markings on the inside, too. Maybe I'd just read too many fantasy books (or fantasized too much about buying a curse from the spooky urban legend of a shop), but I thought they looked a bit like runes.
The ring was also a bit bigger than I expected. I figured I could fit it on my thumb if I needed to, or, well...somewhere else. I blushed. Ignoring the hint of embarrassment at the thought of where this might be supposed to go, I started imagining what it might *do*. Did I give it to him, or put it on myself? What would it do to him — or to me?
I gingerly lifted the ring out of the box, careful to pinch it through the cloth of my sleeve in case contact with bare skin activated it or something. With the ring safely on the table, I examined the box. Surely there were instructions or something. The man at the store hadn't exactly given a clear explanation, and a creepy ring could work in any number of ways...