Yes, but not everyone is happy with the arrangement

"... I really don't have a choice, do I? If it's to please everyone..." Lenore answered the question in the affirmative, but still felt a hesitation yanking her toward the familiarity of the life she was leaving behind. The new position as live-in therapist / exotic threesome participant just sounded so damn unreasonable, so thoroughly dismissive of the borders of common logic, that she couldn't imagine a scenario in which it ended well.

"Fantastic!" Guyld St. Vendigeld III cheered, clapping her hands before leaning down to kiss the other girl on the cheek, causing her heart to flutter once more. "Oh, you've always been a reliable sort, Miss Seste! I can't wait to welcome you into our little family!"

"Oh, that's crackerjack, Miss Seste." Jules St. Vendigeld echoed, patting her on the bare shoulder, exposed by his wife's sleeveless dress, and then rubbing said shoulder in an overly familiar way.

Lenore thought to herself she was going to have to remind the unfortunate gentleman that some part of their threesome were going to have to remain physically off-limits...

As two of the three celebrated the new arrangement with a loving wife-to-husband smooch, a fourth affected party arrived, motioning for her bald, warrior monks to part the sea of bodies so that she could move in closer. "I object! I object to this farce!" The approaching figure was none other than the daughter, Guyld IV, flanked on either side by the entourage of church faithful she'd recalled to her side. Along with them was Pardoo, clutching a pillow he'd swiped from some market stall over his boxers for modesty's sake. "This isn't a matter of expanding horizons or anything! This is a matter of my greedy mother doing what my greedy mother always does: taking what she wants and not thinking of anyone else's feelings! And you, Miss Lenore Seste, are her latest victim!" She pointed one finger dramatically at her nude mother, trying to ignore how much the woman looked like a fatter, stark-naked version of herself.

As Guyld shook her head in protest, the young lady's father cleared his throat and stepped forward, smiling awkwardly beneath his well-groomed mustache. "My dear daughter, I had, ehm, hoped to explain the good news to you in a more private setting, but I see the cat's out of the bag, to use the colloquialism. However, I hope that you will be just as 'hip-with-it' as your old man... Well, no, not just as much so, b-because we really shouldn't involve you in the actual bedroom proceedings in any way, nor would I want to-"

"You're being gross too, Papa," Guyld responded with an irritable frown, causing the man to recoil in shock. It was rare for the daughter to speak up against her father, who she favored heavily between the two of her parents. "But my mother especially. This paper thin ruse has gone far too far! Let us first acknowledge this: hypnotism does not exist. It never has. My mother has simply caught wind of the latest trends in church therapy and then manipulated the situation to ensnare a younger woman! I know perfectly well that you can't be happy with this arrangement, Miss Seste. Think of your other clients! Clients with real problems, men and women struggling to help the church, while this pampered slob monopolizes your time and turns you into her sex ****!"

"Guyld! That is quite enough! You're being unspeakably rude!" Guyld III protested, stepping away from Lenore and approaching her daughter while crossing her arms at her expansive breast, not for modesty's sake, but more to be standoffish. "I don't know what you're thinking, but that hypnotherapy earlier was just a means of loosening my inhibitions and making me see the light of charity! It was subtle, but effective, and I thank my therapist dearly for it. I don't know what you are accusing me or her of organizing!"

"No, Mama, hypnotism isn't real!" Guyld repeated the original thrust of her argument. "If you're going along with it, it means you wanted something. In this case, I think you wanted to make Miss Seste feel so guilty she'd agree to whatever terms of this new arrangement that you proposed, because you're a horny bisexual."

"Being a bisexual isn't a sin, Guyld."

"Indeed it isn't. But being a career liar is! Your list of hypocrisy already goes longer than I can bring full attention to, but among the facts, I think it is now abundantly clear to all of the townspeople that you do not follow the rules of physical fitness that you work to instill in me or, for that matter, your peers in the church."

The other Guyld pressed her hands to her belly with a glowering frown, growing slightly red-faced. "You're lucky I'm feeling more charitable, or else, I'd spank you red for calling your mother fat..."

"Yes, well, I wish your eating habits were the worst of it! Let me ask you... Would you permit me to be a lesbian if I so chose? Say I'd found a lady knight I'm rather fond of in the Knightly Order of Dyna... Would you permit me to wed them?"

The older woman looked shocked for a moment, then frowned. "Well... no. You must consider your lineage, young Guyld. It does not matter if I fancy a woman this late in my life, but to continue our proud line of St. Vendigelds, you simply must give natural birth. That means that a woman cannot serve as your partner." Her husband began to raise a finger and offer a suggestion he'd heard from one of his books, before the daughter snapped again.

"That's ridiculous! So it's okay to like women once you've passed forty, but not in your younger years?!"

The naked mother scoffed, then went back to Lenore. "I am more charitable now and it's thanks to Miss Seste! Give me that..." Grumbling, she snatched the rosary from around the therapist's neck... the woman was standing like a pale statue, so confused by the soap-opera-like dispute that she couldn't interject. "Let's prove it now, young Guyld! If hypno-therapy is all a crock, let's see how you feel after a little hypnotism yourself!"

"Gladly! When I slap your lying face upon its cheek, you will know your scheme has been exposed! You'll lose whatever small shred of dignity and public approval this ruse of 'charity' has afforded you!"

"Ah, excuse me." Pardoo spoke up, pressing his pillow to his crotch and raising one finger sheepishly. "If I may get a word in, I believe our lord would be well pleased if you would each offer your mutual forgiveness and embrace, as a good family-"

"Shut it!" both Guylds shouted, silencing the paladin, who promptly shrank off to one side to join Jules St. Vendigeld and Lenore Seste. The mother stepped forward to glare into the daughter's eyes, then produced the church-issued hypno-therapy device, waving it back and forth on the chain she held in her clenched fist.