[ASMR/3Dio] Oil Massage #3 | Titillating tormentress snickers sneeringly at your helplessness.

Ahhh... Zemla said something she really shouldn't have... - It was a dark and stormy night, the pitter-patter of the rain on my office's windowsill pounding at my ears like the drums at a Chinese festival. The seemingly endless pile of cases on my desk greet me like that childhood friend you don't really want to spend time with but you're too nice to say no to. I begrudgingly pick one at random, just any other ol' murder case I figured. This was my first mistake. It was only when I gave it a proper twice-over that I realized something was off. One line in particular caught my eye: 'BRITISH-speaking SWEDISH ANIME WITCH'... I always knew the Swedes were up to no good, what with their welfare and everything. It keeps going; 'OIL MASSAGE ASMR recorded on a 3DIO BINAURAL MICROPHONE'. God have mercy, they're doing OIL MASSAGE ASMR now?! My fight or flight instincts kicked in as I reached for the revolver I know is in the upper right drawer of my desk... - Chapters: 00:00 Playing my lyre very badly 01:50 Greeting you, telling you my plans 04:50 Warmup with Ear Massage 08:40 Getting my hands nice and oily, spilling oil on my desk 10:10 Oil Massage, whispering, blowing 21:40 Ear Cupping 23:00 Countdown 23:50 Oil Massage cont., kissing you a little 25:30 I pick up the speed a little 28:40 Saying wholesome things 30:55 Oil Massage intensifies 32:20 Oil Massage detensifies, whispering, blowing 34:45 Oiling my hands further 35:05 Less talk, more oil massage 44:20 Ear Cupping, the revengeance 46:00 Countdown? 47:15 Countdown 47:35 Cleaning myself and the desk 49:00 Towel Ear Cleaning 51:20 Moist Towelette Ear Cleaning 53:00 Intermission while I tell you what's next 55:30 IT'S JUST A NORMAL HUG 56:45 Heartbeat R 1:04:50 Another totally normal hug 1:05:45 Heartbeat L 1:08:45 Softly Humming a very sad song 1:09:45 Heartbeat L cont. 1:11:00 I say something VERY DUMB 1:12:15 Awkward Heartbeat L 1:15:45 It becomes a little too much for me 1:16:55 Normal. Hug. 1:19:30 Goodbye, kissies - Realizing I'm in the relative safety of my office however, I stopped myself and sighed. "Pull yourself together, man. You're a goddamn detective of the law!", I thought to myself. It's true, and a detective solves cases just like this one. I shook my head and kept reading the case files; 'Long blonde hair, long skirt, witch's hat", 'Voice = Danger!', 'Don't let her touch you'. All these notes, the single picture of a fuzzy silhouette strewn in with pictures of the victim... What did it all mean? I took another page out: 'RELAXING ASMR OIL EAR MASSAGE AND HEARTBEAT VIDEO FOR SLEEP AND RELAXATION'. Video? What video? The more I read into it the more confused I became. One of the pages just had 'EAR BLOWING, CLOSE WHISPERING and BREATHING' scribbled across it in an eerily distressed fashion. I couldn't put any of this mumbo jumbo together in my head, but one thing was calling to me... This picture of a silhouette, there was something about it. Aha! I know this back alley! I walked past it some while ago and noticed the cold, oddly fresh air emanating from it. I didn't think anything special of it at the time, but the memory stuck for some reason. I strapped my service weapon to myself, put on my trench coat, and with a burning conviction I left my office behind to face the unknown. My only comfort as I walked alone through the rain was the lit cigarette I held in my lips. As the cars rolled past me I was reminded of my younger days, playing in the rain with my boys. That was such a long time ago, now there is nothing but me, and my six-shooter... As I got closer to the alley, I could once again feel the oddly cold, clean air. How in the world does such a sad, dilapidated corner of a busy city like this end up smelling so pleasant? Hand on my only friend, I entered the alley. The notes on the case files ringed through my head as I stepped on the soaked asphalt. I knew all to well the dangers of ASMR EAR OIL MASSAGE and HEARTBEAT ASMR. And just how much PERSONAL ATTENTION and SOFT WHISPERING WORDS OF COMFORT can hurt the soul of a man. After turning the first corner, I felt a chill up my spine, causing me to grip my weapon ever tighter. It was then I saw it. Upon the wall in front of me, the silhouette from the picture. Only this time it was moving, towards me. I was gripped with fear, but I had to stay composed. I had to. The silhouette grew larger and larger, until I finally saw the huge hat peeking around the corner. She stepped out in front of me, graceful like a swan. I was paralyzed. Was it from the fear, her beauty, or that soul-piercing stare? "Hello detective, fancy meeting you here on such a dreary day like this..." - Raw audio download (192 kHz): https://mega.nz/file/C64ETCzB#lTUWaAl... Will remove once I run out of space. My eternal gratitude for your viewership. Stay safe out there in this cold, unforgiving world. (I hope you could find some warmth in this video, love you)