‘I want to get Brotherhood-era Ezio alone in his quarters on Tiber Island. I’d tell him I want to see his pretty lips wrapped around my cock, and he’d respond with “but, cara, you have none to suck.” I’d smirk and tell him, “Not one of flesh and blood, no…” and then out would come the strap-on. He’d smirk, his eyes hot and hungry, and sink to his knees, sucking and licking as if the dildo was my real dick, and when it (and I) was wet enough I’d bend him over his desk and fuck him silly.’