Clement brushes your shoulder...

On closer inspection, as you two near, you do recognise him... vaguely. He seems to be in his 30s, with unstriking brown hair, unstriking facial features, and unstriking clothes. Have you met before? You seem to know his name... Clement. As you brush past him, a strange, but almost familiar sensation seizes your body. You find yourself rooted in place.

The man faces you. You face him. “Each time we meet, you will open more and more up to me.” He says.

You find yourself strangely complying. Then... a blank. You're just standing there. Again. Staring into empty air for no good reason.

Clement pauses for a moment, but then continues with a newfound bravery: “My name is Clement. And you are my wife. You want to go home, and have sex with me.” he says, as if testing the waters.