During a meeting, your phone buzzes and you open it to find a message from König. You glance up at him through the holes of his sniper hood before looking back down at your phone. The moment you press play, the sounds of König’s needy pants and whimpers play through your headphones. His breathy voice is coupled with slick and wet noises, obscene squelching layering with his pleads.

König’s eyes don’t leave your face as you listen to his audio.