24th of Sun's Height

It has been three weeks since I began my investigation, and a pattern has finally emerged. Every fallen woman shares the same disturbing thread.

According to multiple eyewitnesses, each had been approached by merchants dressed in peculiar attire, unlike anything commonly seen in Skyrim. These merchants freely distributed jewelry and other accessories, asking for nothing in return save one simple favor: that the women wear the trinkets and advertise them to others.

No honest merchant gives away his wares without expecting something in return. It was obvious from the beginning that these gifts were merely bait, meant to lure unsuspecting victims into wearing them.
 

Whatever enchantments have been woven into those accessories, one fact is beyond dispute: they carry a corrupting influence that seeps into the mind, body, and soul of the wearer. Their victims are gradually stripped of all restraint, consumed by insatiable lust until every thought and desire revolves around carnal indulgence.

One such cursed ornament now rests upon my table.

Even as a seasoned agent of Stendarr, I can scarcely bear its presence. Merely standing near it fills me with nausea, clouds my thoughts, and leaves a dull ache behind my eyes. I dare not imagine what prolonged exposure would do to an ordinary soul.

If this madness is to end, I must find this merchant and bring him to justice before more innocent lives are claimed by his accursed wares.