Harmless Fun first

"Kristen, when I snap my fingers, you'll want to cuddle up with Dylan, but she will have the worst, most disgusting breath you've ever smelled, but you don't want to hurt her feelings by telling her."

"Dylan, when I snap my fingers, when you talk to Kristen, you must be very close to her face. You'll realize Kristen has the most foul, disgusting body odor ever, but you dont' want to embarrass her by telling her."

"Kristen, Dylan, if I ask you a question, you must answer with a firm, confident 'yes,' even if it's not true. If your wife says something that is not true, you'll correct her. When I say 'sleep,' you'll fall back into this trance."

John snapped his fingers.

Kristen got up and sat in Dylan's lap and put her arm around her.

Dylan screwed up her face as she smelled the foul odor she thought was coming from her wife. "Kristen, you're so affectionate right now," she said.

It was Kristen's turn to screw up her face. She pulled her head back a bit.

"Dylan, is it true Kristen still wets the bed?" asked John.

"Yes!" Dylan blurted out.

"Hey! I do not!" said Kristen.

Dylan was struggling with the odor she was sure was coming from Dylan.

"Kristen, is it true you once tricked a drunk Dylan into giving a rim job to a homeless man, and she loved tonguing out his sweaty, hairy anus?"

It was Kristen's turn to confidently blurt out "Yes!"

"Hey, what the hell, Kris?" asked Dylan as she leaned her face closer to her wife, making Kristen hold her breath and pull back. "You know that's not true!"

The crowd loved it. After a few more minutes, John put them back into a trance. He had more fun with them, having them not recognize each other, having their thumbs get stuck in each other's mouths, and blaming the other for it. Having their assess itch and begging the other to scratch it, and other things, but when they were in one of their trances, John managed to whisper to them to come meet him backstage after the show.