Marianne has questions.

The woman was looking at her with tears in her eyes. The man next to her was smiling broadly. "Welcome to our little club, Marianne."

She was confused. "What club? Who are you?"

The devoted expression on the woman's face clouded with concern. "Is she alright?" she asked the man.

The man sighed dreamily. "She's perfect. She has no memory and no ability to retain new memories. She's also completely open to all sexual requests."

"I am?" she asked with puzzlement.

"Don't worry about it, dear," he said. He patted her hand soothingly. "In a few minutes you won't remember this."

The woman looked curious. "So does she remember fingering me? What about my name?"

"I've never met you, let alone fingered you! And what do you mean I won't-"

A nearby car alarm startled her. She jumped and looked in the direction of the noise, then turned back to see a man and a woman staring at her eagerly. "Um, hi. Sorry, who are you people?"

The woman reached out to stroke her cheek. It felt heavenly. She felt something hard around her finger and saw it was a ring with a small sapphire bubble, almost like a marble. The like refracted through it and made blue streaks dance across her face.

"That's a lovely ring," she said. "Where did you get it?"

"My great-grandfather was a glassblower in the old country. He made this specifically for my great-grandmother and it's been in family ever since. Why, do you want it?"

"No, no, absolutely not! I can't just take something that belonged to-"

The woman thrust the ring at her and she pushed it away. "I'm sorry, I can't take it. It's beautiful but it's just too much."

Now the man spoke. "Don't worry, Marianne. You can give it to her in a second when she forgets all of this. For all she'll know, it was hers and you found it."

"What do you mean forget? Who are you people, anyway? Where are we?"

The woman smiled. "I'm Marianne, and this is Jonathan. We're here for you. We want to give you everything you need." She looked to the man (Jonathan?), who nodded. "I got you this ring."

The woman held out a ring. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something involving glassblowing? Then the woman was putting the ring on her finger for her. She held it up to the light to admire it.

"That's a lovely ring, thank you! I don't know why you're giving it to me but I love it." Marianne beamed at her response and leaned forward to kiss her. She reciprocated and their lips met in a passionate embrace. She closed her eyes and felt the warm, erotic thrill of the tongue exploring her mouth. There was a hand on her hip, sliding gently upward, and she reached out to put her hand on the other person's neck.

There was the sound of a man clearing his throat and she suddenly broke the kiss. She opened her eyes to see that she had been kissing a woman. They were on a park bench and a man was standing nearby, looking annoyed. "I'm sorry," she said hesitantly. "Who are you people?"