WOMEN'S RING CHARM

Immediately Casanova picked up the box and smashed the lock with a stone so that a ring lay there.

"Uh, ring?" Flipped the white ring. Which may be made of silver, or could be of white gold, but Casanova does not need to worry about that because what is more attention-grabbing is the eye ring which is so charming.

A sparkling stone. Blue like sea water on a calm morning. And inside the stone is engraved a letter with the initials 'C', with elegant details, similar to the fonts often found in the days of the Ancient Roman Empire.

"C? Ahahaha! Does that mean C for Casanova?" The young man laughed amusedly. He felt that God had toyed with his fate.

"But it's okay. At first glance, this ring looks quite expensive. Thank you, Lord. Hopefully, there are still jewelry shops open tonight. I will sell it." Casanova stood up, as fast as his feet stepped toward the nearest jewelry store.

Walking along the shopping area that is divided by the canal—a small river that is in the middle of the city of Venice and is the hallmark of the city—Casanova found the lights had dimmed. The shop owners had closed their stalls a few hours ago, and no one was seen passing through this shopping area.

Unfortunately, a thousand dear, his fate was less fortunate because the jewelry shop that Casanova was targeting had also closed.

But the young man didn't give up, he walked back and hoped that another jeweler's shop was still open, or that someone would offer to buy his ring. But after walking here and there his efforts were in vain because it was late at night.

"Tsk! Does anyone want to buy this ring of mine? I only need $100 to pay for the room rent to Mrs. Merry!" Casanova looked left and right, but what he saw were only 2 dogs busy filling the trash can.

"All right, tomorrow morning then I'll sell it," Casanova said with a shrug, then walked off on his way back home.

Arriving in front of Mrs. Merry's house, Casanova started walking quietly. His eyes were fixed on the window located on the 2nd floor, where Mrs. Merry's bedroom was.

"The lights are dark. Safe. Merry's mother must be fast asleep."

He then opened the gate very slowly. Don't let the rusty hinges make too much noise. Casanova entered the courtyard as quickly as possible and then slipped back into his room which was at the back of the main house building.

"Phew... Thank goodness Mother Merry is asleep." He put the bag on the table, took off his shoes, then lay down on the dusty mattress. A tough day. Tonight Casanova had lost his main job, so his only hope of paying the rent was to sell the fancy ring he'd just picked up from the beach.

Casanova reached into his pocket and stared at the luxurious ring in the light.

"Very gorgeous. This ring must belong to a rich man who probably wanted to give it to his lover as a binder of sacred vows in life and death in the church," Casanova guessed while nodding.

And after staring for a long time, Casanova then got up and stood facing the mirror attached to the cupboard. A moment later his lips smiled. "Hmm. Before I sell this fancy ring, what's wrong with trying it on first?" He shrugged.

What's wrong with trying things that belong to the rich? After all, in his entire life, Casanova had never touched jewelry as luxurious as this.

Without hesitation, he immediately put it on, right on the little finger on the left. At that second Casanova was shocked to find his reflection reflected in the mirror.

"Wala! Perfecto!"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Womanizer! Are you home yet? Open the door quickly!"

Suddenly, Mrs. Merry's voice shouted from outside.

But at that time Casanova did not answer anything. He was still amazed to see his reflection in the mirror.

"Hey, Poor Boy! Open the door! And pay your room rent tonight!" Merry's mother knocked louder. Until a few moments later Casanova opened the door.

"Hurry up and pay your rent for this month! Or else you will be kicked out of my house!" Mother Merry's eyes bulged.

But Casanova shook his head gently, put his index finger right to his lips, smiling kindly.

"Shh... Can we talk for a minute, Mrs. Merry? I'll pay the rent for my room. But it feels cold outside, so come on in, please."

Like the handsome prince who was inviting the princess into the royal throne, Casanova bowed very politely. Merry's mother was surprised to find Casanova's unusual behavior. However, because the young man said he would pay the rent, the fat widow complied.

Casanova dragged a chair into the corner of the room.

"Please have a seat, Mrs. Merry. I know you must be very tired after a long day selling fish at the market, right?" His thin lips smiled. Very friendly.

Merry's mother, who was still astonished, could not argue. He sat on the chair that had been prepared. Until a moment later Casanova stood behind him. Then his hands grabbed the middle-aged woman's shoulders.

"Eh? What are you doing, Casanova? How dare you—"

Casanova shook his head slowly, deliberately touching the ring to Mrs. Merry's shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you just enjoy it, Mrs. Merry? I promise to pay my rent in full. Well, this massage is just a bonus. As a thank you to those of you who have been willing to provide a place to stay for me all this time. Am I wrong to just want to thank you?" Casanova said in a low, indulgent tone.

For a moment Mother Merry was silent. Gradually the Casanova massage started to feel better, more comfortable, and more comfortable.

Tasty. Mrs. Merry's eyes were even closed, unable to lie to herself anymore that she enjoyed every touch of this handsome young man's fingers.

"Shhh… Nothing's wrong, Casanova. It should be. As a tenant you should be well behaved and ahh, shhh, oh, my God, how come I just found out that you're good at massage, young man?" Merry's mother praised. His eyes closed, even more, enjoying every movement of Casanova's finger pressing against his shoulder.

"How does it feel, Mother Merry?"

"Extraordinary! Very enjoyable!"

Casanova smiled.

"Wala! This is not much. I can give you a message that's a hundred times better than this."

"Oh yes? Is that so?" For a moment, Mrs. Merry looked back. His face was like that of a child being coddled with candy.

Casanova stopped massaging. His lips smiled softly in response.

"Can I get you… ee, I mean, that delicious massage of yours?"

Casanova was pleased to find Mother Merry who had been lured into her trap. He started massaging again, as soon as Mrs. Merry's eyes were starting to close again, enjoying the dance of Casanova's fingers that were increasingly pressing against his shoulders.

"Of course. You can get it, Mrs. Merry," said Casanova later. "However, there is one condition that you must fulfill first."

"Shh… yes, yes, done, just say Casanova! I promise to fulfill it. Shh..."

"Promise me not to scream after this. It's enough for you to be quiet and enjoy the game of my fingers. Because I will start massaging on other parts of the body."

"Eh?"

Merry's mother gasped! Because suddenly Casanova's hands began to slip into the gaps of his shirt.