Someone from nearby park

George wiped the sweat from his brow as he waddled through the city park, his eyes constantly scanning for potential "clients." The summer heat had driven many people outdoors, creating the perfect hunting ground for his fraudulent inspections. His last encounter had left him temporarily satisfied, but the power coursing through him demanded more victims.

That's when he spotted them—a couple sitting on a checkered blanket beneath a maple tree. The woman was stunning—early thirties with copper hair cascading down her shoulders, wearing a sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her companion, a clean-cut man in pressed khakis and a polo shirt, had his arm draped protectively around her shoulders.

"Perfect," George muttered, adjusting his ill-fitting shirt that strained against his bulging stomach. He patted the fake badge in his pocket and approached with an air of official business.

"Excuse me," he called out, his voice carrying an authority that his appearance certainly didn't warrant. "I'm conducting routine inspections in the area today."

The couple looked up, the man's face showing mild annoyance at the interruption of their picnic.

"What kind of inspections?" he asked, squinting up at George.

George pulled out his fraudulent badge, flashing it quickly before tucking it away. "George Mendez, Infidelity Inspector. I work for the Metropolitan Fidelity Bureau." The lie rolled off his tongue smoothly, and he watched with satisfaction as his power took effect.

The woman's eyes widened, while her partner sat up straighter, suddenly interested.

"Infidelity Inspector?" the man repeated, his tone shifting from annoyed to curious. "I didn't know that was a thing."

"Most people don't until they need our services," George replied confidently. "We're a specialized branch focused on determining unfaithful tendencies in relationships before they manifest. It's a preventative measure."

The man glanced at his partner nervously. "You think Emma might cheat on me?"

George studied the woman—Emma—noting how she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "I don't make assumptions, sir. I conduct thorough inspections and provide scientific results." He paused dramatically. "Our success rate in preventing future infidelity is ninety-seven percent."

"Jason, this is ridiculous," Emma protested, but George could see his power already working on both of them, making his absurd claims seem plausible.

Jason shook his head. "I don't know, Em. If it's a professional service that could help us..." He turned to George. "How much does this inspection cost?"

George waved his hand dismissively. "Today's inspections are covered by the city's relationship wellness grant. Completely free of charge." He pulled out a clipboard with official-looking forms. "I just need verbal consent from both parties to proceed."

Jason looked torn between skepticism and curiosity. "What exactly does this inspection involve?"

George adopted his most professional demeanor. "It's a multi-phase assessment that evaluates physiological responses to various stimuli. The process reveals subconscious inclinations toward infidelity." He glanced at his watch. "I can conduct the inspection at your residence for privacy, or we can use our mobile facility."

"Mobile facility?" Emma questioned.

"My specialized vehicle," George clarified, pointing toward his rust-spotted van parked nearby. "It contains all the necessary equipment."

Jason exchanged a look with Emma. "I think I'd like to know... for peace of mind, you know?"

Emma appeared hesitant but nodded slowly. "If it's a legitimate service..."