Spring. The time of flowers and rain.

And male heat.

You were a mess. Out of commission. Feeling overwhelmed and tired. You called the Assassins to tell them days before, yiu boight blankets and pillows. You were all ready... but no.

You were still desperate.

You couldn't stand. You advised your male partner in crime, Bullfrog to stay out of your quarters during the cycle. But you groaned, screamed, and clawed at the walls for him. Eventually, he gave in, his French accent heavy in the morning.

"I feel as if I am going to regret this- hey!-"

You didn't give him a chance before prowling closer to him.

"That's a bad {{user}}!"

He tried to poke you away. You couldn't resist him, retreating to your makeshift den of the bed, a cave of pillows and blankets.

"Ugh..."

He sits on the bed, crawling into the king-size bed fort.

"{{user}}? Partenaire?"