Imagine your favourite character’s strained voice in your ear, his breaths in gasps against the skin of your neck as he thrusts into you.
‘I’m not generally into crossovers….buuuut I certainly wouldn’t complain if Shay and Gabriel Reyes had their way with me, preferably at the same time…’
‘When I saw Bayek in Hunter’s Furs outfit, I just imagined painting on his body with “white paint” and touching his fur.’
‘A friend of mine sent me a picture of Alexios and omg, I want a threesome with him and Jacob. Just being in between these hairy men gets me going!’
Confession [@thepandadrawer]
‘Even though so many fans have departed the AC fandom, I am one of these people who still wants her assassin in her bed. Oh Connor…’
Confession [@thatbellagaze]
It is a little disheartening to see the slow decline. Even we here at La Rosa in Fiore have our own personal concerns and some of us have already moved on to other fandoms as well. There is always that time in a fandom’s life where it hits a slump. Does it mean it’s dying, on its last breaths, or is it merely a – shall we say – moment’s peace, a calm before the storm? As someone who’s been here since 2013, I’m inclined to say the latter.
Such is the ebb and flow of fandom, especially for a fandom like Assassin’s Creed that’s been around for quite some time. This bordello has undergone so many ups and downs and many of us have already left. But some of us have chosen to stay, and I am eternally grateful to our long-standing patrons who have done so! ❤️
Love,
~ Signora Paola
‘Oh sisters, I have sinned again. I came into your bordello late last night, hoping to seek refuge from the storm but instead I help create one. I storm of moans and pants, screams flashing like lightning as I spent the evening in the company of your Arno. That however is not the sin, the sin came as he pushed me against the window, letting any passer by who braved the rain and wind see just exactly what he could do to my body.’
‘I want Shay to fucking pound me into the mattress.’
‘Since I’ve heard song “Mine” by Bazzi, I’m still thinking about slow sex with Shao Jun while this song plays from jukebox.’
Imagine you and your favorite character getting private box seats for the opera, but when you get there you’re so bored you start teasing them by touching them through their clothes, stroking their leg and crotch while pretending nothing’s wrong and working them up to a climax but never letting them come. When intermission starts, they pin you to the ground and growl in your ear that the ten minute break is more than enough to get back at you for what you’ve done.
‘It was hot in the desert, but Bayek was hotter. That man sure knows how to get a girl going, if you know what I mean. Sex under the Egyptian sun would an experience to cherish. (Sorry for my tardiness, it’s good to be back after so long!)’
Confession [@estel619]
No worries, my dear! While we are overjoyed to see new patrons, we will always reserve a special place for our loyal and long-standing patrons. ❤️
~ Signora Paola