‘Lately, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about Arno sitting at his desk in his room at the Café Théâtre, late at night, attempting to write down some notes about the mission he just finished, but being too pent up to focus properly. Finally, he just slumps back in his chair and unbuttons his trousers, before pulling his rock-hard cock out and proceeding to pleasure himself, all while still in his full assassin garb. Man, what I wouldn’t give to be witness to that delicious sight.’