During a meeting, König’s phone buzzes and he opens it to find a message from you. He glances up at you through the holes of his sniper hood before looking back down at his phone. The moment he presses play, the sounds of your needy pants and whimpers come out of his headphones. Your breathy voice is coupled with slick and wet noises, obscene squelching layering with your pleads.

König’s eyes widen as he listens to your audio, staring at his phone screen.