Honestly.

"Ralli Hellknox," the nun whispered in a hoarse growl.

Harvey rolled that around in his head a bit, starting to wonder if he was, in fact, still dreaming. "That's... really weird," he muttered, still enjoying the feeling of the soft body on top of him like a blanket. "You have the same name as my knight sergeant."

"... I am your knight sergeant, moron," the nun growled, revealing her identity. "Now, shut up. You'll wake up the others..."

... The body that had felt like a blanket suddenly felt like a coffin lid. Harvey tried to come to terms with what he was hearing. "What the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuuuck... Oh, shit. I get it. Ms. Ralli got pissed I asked for something like that from her. Now that sadist is gonna-"

His thought process reached a dead end, and he thought harder. She was... what? Lying on top of him in his bed in the middle of the night, wearing a fetish nun outfit and whispering to him?

This was some kind of joke, right? His sergeant had hired a nun, or maybe just a prostitute dressed like one, to visit him in the night as a prank, or to teach him some kind of lesson. After all...

"Ms. Ralli... There's... no way she has a body like this. I mean... damn, look at that booty!" he told himself, helpless to do otherwise. "Are you telling that me that was on the training field with me for a year, and I didn't notice it?! She should be packed with muscles, but she's..." he gulped, becoming even more aware of the pleasant plumpness of the wall of ass and thighs around his head. "Even her hair... is so..." he cut off his own thought, as if even thinking it without speaking it might get him fifty laps, no matter what time of night it was. "Is that how it would always be if she washed it...? No, no way. This is either some kinda prank or some kinda dream."

"I told you to be quiet, but that's too quiet," Ralli complained softly, still facing away from him. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"No, hold up, we gotta be clear on something first," Harvey protested, keeping his hands completely still at his sides in case it really was his sergeant pressed on top of him, waiting to kill him as soon as he screwed up. "It's... really you, Ms. Ralli?"

"Yes..." she muttered, now turning her head back to face him. "Do you not recognize me?"

"But... why?" he hissed, feeling himself beginning to sweat as he began re-contextualizing every encounter he'd had with his sergeant in his year at the barracks. "I asked for a cute nun with a hot ass! Why are you here in my bed?!"

"Is there a problem?" Ralli asked, an eyebrow rising over the red band tied around her sightless eyes.