During a meeting, your phone buzzes and you open it to find a message from Keegan. You glance up at him through the hole of his skull balaclava before looking back down at your phone. The moment you press play, the sounds of Keegan’s grunts and moans play through your headphones. His breathy voice is coupled with slick and wet noises, obscene squelching layering with his panting.

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