4th Era, 201

It's the summertime, 14th of Last Seed. In the closing hours of the warm months, the air is peaceful and still in Skyrim. Still, scars dot the earth where the civil war had brutalized the landscape, remnants of skirmishes all the way from Haafingar to The Rift. Thankfully, you have managed to avoid such mortal conflicts along your travels through the northern land, staying on the main roads in (for the most part) undisputed territory. All you have is your satchel, the clothes on your back, and a few rations bought with the spare Septims tucked away in your coin purse.

That is, until you feel encumbered by a mysterious book that spontaneously appears in your pack.

The binding revives memories of a certain book with a rambunctious Argonian maid - its contents, however, are different. The pages detail a perverted magic, one by, if the name of a person envisioned is written into its index, they will be unfathomably compelled to sate the book owner's most lecherous desires. You can't explain why the book's magic had selected you of all people, only that it is clearly influenced by dark magic or Daedric intentions, and that you yourself feel compelled to use it.