Yes, it works as intended and Guyld III is made open to suggestion

The striking, emerald green eyes of the mother of the St. Vendigeld family followed the pendulous movement of the cross with a seeming absence of concern, as the woman wore a proud frown upon her face and kept her arms crossed beneath the swell of her breasts. "Is it supposed to be working?" she questioned, lowering her eyebrows critically... then her eyelids, blinking away sudden drowsiness.

"It is working," Lenore spoke with a mischievous smile.

"It is," Guyld agreed, not understanding her own words as they came out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, intending to wear a stern expression... but she knit her brows and yawned instead, not even bothering to cover the reaction with her signature folding fan. "Ah, excuse me..." she muttered as a token courtesy.

"You are excused. It's actually nice to see that side of you, sometimes. The human side," the therapist/hypnotist giggled, watching as the older woman leaned back into her sofa to rest her head.

"The human side..."

"Yes. Human. Charitable. Empathetic. Giving," Lenore continued, writing the words down with her quill pin while she continued to wag the cross, now between just two fingers. "Generous. Passionate about the happiness of your fellow citizen. Burying your own ego. Unconcerned about public perception and social standing. Free with your wealth, your talent, and... your charms."

"Ah... You're flattering me," Guyld mumbled sleepily, not understanding that these were directions being given to her, not praise of her character. A thin trickle of drool had begun to escape past the pretty pink barrier of her painted lips.

Lenore knew that the only thing left to do was pocket the cross and snap her fingers to awaken the noble woman... but then... part of her also wanted to take advantage of this uniquely **** position that the woman now found herself in. Maybe she should just relax and watch the noble lady sleep? It was so unusual to see the woman drop her facade and act like an ordinary human being. On the rare occasion that she did, Lenore found the married woman quite precious.

Or maybe...

A darker part of her mind questioned if there were other ways that she might want to take advantage of this trance-like state... After all, Lenore was still as repressed as anybody in Merridan... she'd lost her first day out of town festivities when she'd been called in for this last-minute meeting... then her advice had been rejected at every turn once she arrived. A big part of why she stuck around with a client as difficult as Guyld was the unrequited love she felt for the woman. Perhaps she could satisfy herself with a little bit more... just this once?