"I should… put the rings on your fingers?" Azel asked, tilting his head slightly.
He didn't see what was so special about it.
The ring was simply a tool — a storage device that would make keeping items convenient.
Yet the moment he said it, all three women nodded in unison, their faces tinged with blushes.
Was something going on that he wasn't aware of?
Medusa stepped forward first, her eyes glimmering like molten fire.
She raised her hand delicately, her long pale fingers trembling ever so slightly as she extended it toward him.
"Master," she said softly, "can you put it on this finger?"
She pointed to her left hand's ring finger, the gesture deliberate.
Azel blinked at her choice, but she only averted her eyes.
Was there something special about that finger? Still he would oblige her.
Medusa on the other hand smiled, she had spent nights poring over books she had borrowed from the library.
