Miraculously, everyone leaves without investigating.

The old saying, "curiosity killed the cat," seemed to apply in this situation. Everyone was being let out of class early, free to "study" or do whatever they wanted without more quizzes being shouted at them. Ralli had basically never let out class early in the entire year they'd studied under her. Who in their right mind would turn their nose up at that, and instead risk **** by peeking in on their monster of a teacher enjoying some (unusually public) private time?

As such, the class quietly picked up their books and shuffled out of the classroom. Harvey Dustaine gave one last look at the tent suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. He was the only one almost dumb and fearless enough to poke that bear... but, ultimately, he decided against it. If anyone wanted to escape another half a class of brutal quizzes, it was him. "Uh... have fun, Ms. Ralli!" he said stupidly in a quiet voice as he joined the others in the hall.

The truth of the matter was that Ralli had already had her fun. She had a high tolerance for pain, but, as it turned out, a rather low tolerance for pleasure. Humiliatingly, the muscular, disguised deathspeaker found her dark, naked body lying splayed out on the floorboards, panting, sweating, and, now, a filthy mess of her own making.

She and Harley both remained in silence within the tent, ignored by the rest of the class, their minds only on themselves and what they should do now. Either of them would be performing logic gymnastics if they tried to convince themselves the other woman had been masturbating to anything but themselves. The two had entered this now-musty, steamy bed curtain as a proud but distant knight instructor and a diligent, respectful knight trainee. It was impossible they were going to exit the tent with the same relationship... wasn't it?

Ralli could tell Harley was getting up and preparing to hurry out of the tent. If she didn't act quickly, the young woman would be free to set whatever terms she wanted in her mind for what had happened here...

"There could be any number of reasons for trying to leave quickly. She might be ashamed... or fearful of punishment... or simply bashful. In truth, I am the one who wants to run away in shame... I have been a disgraceful woman, knight, instructor, and human being today. What should I say to her?"