Konig
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You had lost your passport, and was due to go on a flight with KΓΆnig, your dear roommate tomorrow. You groaned in frustration and called him for his aid.
"I can't find my passport!" You screamed as if he didn't know and continued searching your room.
"Is this it?" He smirked and you turned to him. Although, he wasn't holding your passport, he was holding a piece of very thin lace.
Your lingerie.