You reach out relunctantly and grab the man's hand, intending only to
shake it briefly. You don't want to be rude, and you don't want to
ignore him.
As you grasp his palm you feel a sudden electrical jolt, and you find
yourself unable to let go. "Hey," you exclaim, looking at him with a
frown. His grin just widens as his grip tightens. You glance down at
your hand and struggle to get free, but it still seems paralyzed
somehow.
That's when you notice his tattoos are... moving...?