Delilah's husband

Delilah springs away from you. "Oh shit, it's my husband."

You see a tall, solidly built man approaching you. Back when you swung that way you would have found him attractive, though now your appreciation is purely abstract. Besides, the scowl on his face isn't doing wonders for his appearance. "You never were a good liar," he says. "Karaoke? You hate that shit more than I do."

You step between him and Delilah. "You got a problem, buddy?" you ask.

"Hell yeah I got a problem!" he replies. "My wife screwing around on me, that's a big problem."

"You've GOT to be kidding me," you reply, stepping toward him. "Guys love it when hot women get together."

Delilah's husband is considerably taller than you, and could snap you like a twig. The amped-up charisma the amulet has given you seems to affect men too though, because he backs up a step. "Yeah," he admits, "but not when it's my wife!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Oh, come on!" you say derisively. "The idea of that gorgeous creature writhing naked as another woman goes down on her doesn't give you a stiffy?" You glance down and see that the image you've planted in his big head is indeed causing his little one to swell. You press your advantage. "Having a hot bisexual life is living the dream, and you're COMPLAINING about it? You should be on your knees THANKING her for being such a perfect male fantasy come to life." You jab your finger in his chest, backing him up another step. "You're luckier than you deserve to have a woman like her. Instead of bitching at her you should be supportive like a good husband. You should be helping her score chicks, not that she needs the help. If you're a good boy and support her in her new interest she may even let you watch. If you're a VERY good boy and recognize who's really in charge in this relationship then sometimes -- just sometimes, mind you -- she may even let you join in."

You watch as his lust wars with his ego, the fantasies you've just suggested undermining his alpha male posturing. One more push should do it...

"Tell you what," you say with the air of a woman making a great concession. "Delilah and I are going to make love now. You can watch, and I promise it'll be so good that you'll be BEGGING to set her up with every beautiful woman you know after that."

The elevator door opens and you and Delilah step in hand in hand, with her husband trailing meekly behind.