"Get on your knees, mein kleines spielzeug." König whispered to you. He was sitting in a chair, his legs spread.

Once on your knees, König undid his belt. However, before anything else happened, he made a noise with his mouth.

"Oh, my radio." König lied. "I have to go." König insisted.

You knew he was smiling under his mask as he stood up, leaving you on the floor.