A pardon in exchange for a favor (Pink Trigger)

"It stands to reason that next, the witch would want a pardon in exchange for a favor?"

"I suppose I can picture a witch asking for that. Any witch, really, not just a masochistic one."

True enough. Now, remember: the witch won't be permitted to use their magic in the court, so they have very few favors they can offer. The court is not ignorant of this fact. What would the witch offer?

"... Community service?"

I wanted to ask Cornelia if she'd ever once heard of a witch submitting to help their community by cleaning up litter, either in terms of the physical or the type a mystery writer might leave throughout their story, but I abstained. No, not that. They'd offer their bodies! They'd offer sexual service.

"A-Ah... I can sort of picture that too. Those witches are bold and flamboyant characters..."

Yes! And at this moment, so are you. So you should...?

"... Offer my body?"

Yes!

"Ah, I see. I get the lesson now! Yes, Inquisitor, please allow me to speak: I offer you my body in exchange for forgiveness, to be used in sexual service."

Right, right. Now, watch Cornelia, as I, the angel prosecutor-

"Refuse!"

Come again?

"You're going to refuse, right? There's no way that an angel prosecutor is going to accept a sexual favor in front of all of these people... We're in the middle of a court case in this scenario, aren't we?"

Well... Well yes, but-

"I don't think they'd allow that sort of thing even in perverse human literature, would they? In fact, I think I can even say it in red..."

Wait, no! Don't do that!

"Allow me to speak: an angel prosecutor wouldn't be able to accept sexual favors in the middle of an active case in the Great Court, even in smutty fanfiction, without casting serious, immediate doubt on his credibility as an angel!"

Hrrrrk! I could feel my plan falling away from me on an actual, behavioral level! Much in the same way I am forbidden to kill in my story, I had suddenly, unexpectedly been restricted from accessing the sexual behavior I'd been envisioning by Cornelia's ruthless red truth! Stop, stop! An angel shouldn't be using their red truth so carelessly!

"In fact, the idea of the prosecutor angel accepting sexual favors from a witch in any circumstance is pretty unbelievable, when you consider the nature of the relationship between our groups. I'll rule that out with the red as well. Please allow me to speak: an angel who accepts sexual favors from a witch-"

Time stood still. I'd stopped time. I was panting, holding my head as I sat down at the prosecutor's desk across the aisle from Cornelia. I wasn't on the same plane as her... I couldn't touch her here. I was in the meta-world.

But I had to escape. That red truth was becoming too dangerous, as dangerous as any witche's red-laced scheme. The words spoken in the red truth are indicative of absolute fact... That last one ought to have been more of an opinion statement, right?! How does she get away with passing that off as a red truth?!

No... No, this path stands to ruin all other paths in this story of mine. I have to end it here. I drew my Pink Trigger pistol, placed it to my temple, and fired without hesitation.

Cornelia... I love you, but I'm not going to give up angel-on-witch sexual scenarios forever just for the sake of your impromptu thesis...

You readers are still waiting for that sort of thing, aren't you?

I can't disappoint them either.