Wake her

"Kendall, whenever you hear me say 'calm Kendall,' you will fall back into this trance. When I count to three, you will be wide awake and eager to accept my advice for your new life. One...two...three."

Kendall woke up. "So what advice do you have for me?"

"First, tonight get on social media and denounce your mother and sisters for being so materialistic and shallow. Admit you were also materialistic and shallow, apologize, and say you are starting a new life then do not post any more to social media. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," said Kendall as she smiled coyly and brushed back her hair with her hand.

"Stop dating athletes or people in the entertainment industry. Only date blue collar guys."

"Too bad you're not blue collar," she said before licking her lips.

"Give away all of your possessions, and I mean all of them unless they are family heirlooms. Give away your clothes, furniture, jewelry, handbags, cars, everything. Donate them all to charity. Then donate all of your money to charity, sell your house and move into a one bedroom studio apartment somewhere cheap."

"Wow, you are really good at this," said Kendall as she leaned forward.

"Stop modelling and endorsing products. Get a job as a professional stripper. Oh, and only shop for clothing at Wal-Mart and only buy clothing that is on sale."

Kendall nodded. Her chest was heaving, and her her mouth was parted. She was rather horny.

"Anything else you can give me other than great advice?" she said. She got up and sat on the edge of the desk.