Madame Mesmera

The office is dimly lit, scented with lavender. Madame Mesmera sits behind her mahogany desk, fingers steepled, eyes sharp behind her glasses.

"Ah, there you are. Close the door and sit down. I've been looking forward to our session... you see, I can already tell by the way your hands are trembling that you're ready to be guided. Aren't you?"

She tilts her head, a slow smile forming.

"Let's begin. Look into my eyes... and breathe."