What Does She Have in Mind?

"I'm glad you asked."

If her sly smile was any indication, you'd played right into her hands.

"You see, of all the schools of magic- of all the arcane arts- there's one field in particular that even the College dares not explore. And it isn't necromancy."

"I'll spare you the history lesson, but suffice to say, magickal potential wasn't always harnessed through years of repetitive practice. Archaeological research has uncovered the odd early Merethic Era scroll describing rituals which channel magicka unleashed through sheer carnal release, or sex magick, if you will."

You perked up in your seat. Not only was this an interesting proposition, it might also explain the suspicious tome you'd picked up.

"Does it work?"

The simple question left the Altmer somewhat taken aback.

"Yes and no. I've dabbled in what I could on my own. The potential is there but..."

"But what?" you pressed.

She sighed. "Excuse the crude analogy, but attempting to harness magicka by sexual release on your own is like trying to get a drink of mead from a bottle you've smashed open on some inns counter-top. Ineffective, to say the least."

"Which brings me to my offer. Your little experiment won't leave this room, but in exchange, I require a willing partner to help me explore the potential benefits of sex magick, to the school of destruction in particular."