Busted!

'Soon after my arrival, a beggar named Degaine approached me with an offer to steal a valuable statue from the Temple of Dibella. He knew an interested fence, he said, but he himself was old and crippled and would never pull the heist off alone. He needed a pair of nimble young hands. Hands like mine. Tempted by the cut Degaine promised, I agreed - and even managed to sneak as far as the Temple's Inner Sanctum... But then, I got caught'.

'I can still remember the priestesses, gathering round me in a tight semi-circle, outlined an ominous black against the flaring candlelight... Discussing what was to be done with me, for defiling their goddess' image. The punishments they proposed were remarkably diverse. A swift death. A year of scrubbing the floors and polishing the chandeliers. Depriving me of my manhood. But in the end, they decided to make me perform a task for them. Go to a remote village in the mountains, and bring back a little girl, who had been chosen by Dibella as her next Sybil. And that I did - even though it turned out that the girl had been captured by the wild Forsworn, and I had to fight all the way in order to get to her. It was the first real adventure that I had... It was when I realized what I wanted to be - what I was meant to be.... But that is rather beside the point'.

'I succeeded - which goes to show the scope of my skills, even at such a young age. The priestesses were most pleased - and so was the goddess. For my service, she bestowed a boon upon me. The Gift of Dibella. From then on, no woman has been able to resist me. Not that I was not irresistible in the first place - but the Lady of Beauty has graciously amplified my natural charm'.

'I enjoyed it immensely, of course. I revelled in the idea of having so many women at my feet... But as years went by, I slowly began to realize what Dibella's magic was doing to them. What I was doing to them. I had grown spoiled - and while yet another one of my... lady friends was still in a love-struck daze, I inevitably grew bored of her company and moved on to sway another woman into my arms. Some took it well, reasoning that all fun has to end, and even remained friends with me afterwards, like good Lydia; others, strong and proud like Aela, took it as an insult, but calmed down after punching me in the jaw; but others still, soft-hearted and longing for true love, remained scarred forever...’.

This is a little something featuring a younger version of one of my Skyrim Dunmer, Trallas Marvallyn (who is somewhat based on 's Emperor Spyder, Master Tryllcian) and an explanation of his uncanny success with the ladies.

The text coms from this fan fic: Jenassa, You Had One Job - pt 2

I altered the quest timeline a little because why not.