Toga Party

This wasn't how Ezio envisioned the afterlife, if that was what this was. There was some ambiguity about it, especially for a man that had never been completely devout. But he had always pictured angels and Heavenly entities, just no literally. Surrounded by so many beautiful women and revelry, it certainly felt like he had died and gone to Heaven.

And who was he to deny himself the pleasures of life? Ignoring his recent vendetta and quest for revenge, he was still the same man underneath and that man wanted to drink and go to bed with one of the beauties present. It was owed after all. It would be a sin to ignore the hospitality of their hosts, whomever they might be.

Taking a glass of wine, Ezio migrated from group to group, offering a charmingly devilish smile to all he encountered. "Salute!" He would raise his glass to the men he passed, while offering the women a "Una bella serata, la mia bella signora." A nice night, my beautiful lady. It had never failed him before, even if he was out of practice.