Yes

Money's money, and you're sure as hell not going to pass the opportunity by to make some for 'minimal' cost.

“Okay—sure, yeah.” You take the bottle and uncork it.

It smells vaguely of strange herbs and spice, and even the faintest waft is enough to send a spark of feeling down your spine. Without much ado, you down the whole bottle, and slam it down.

For a short while, nothing happens. That is of course, until it does.

Heat explodes low in your belly and floods straight between your legs. Your clit starts throbbing hard, and you feel wet between your inner thighs. Your nipples tighten and rub against your clothes. It's only after a second that you realise in fact, several seconds have passed, and that you've been standing as an aching, shivering mess, while a nobleman beholds you with a pleased expression.

Leaving and returning with three of these potions, the nobleman sets down six lentimes and nods. “Thank you.”

As the man leaves, you breathe a sigh of relief, and slump down. While the overpowering lust still takes root.