She puts effort into showing off the goods.

"... I do not have the creativity or coordination to put on a skillful display. I need to play to my strengths. I have the kind of ass he likes. I have a large amount of stamina." "I will... energetically... show off my big, bouncy ass," she muttered.

"... S-sounds great," Harvey responded, giving her another thumbs up.

"I did not mean to say that out loud, idiot!" she growled a little too loudly, as though her trainee was the one who had screwed up. "Just lie silently, Harvey." Turning her head away from him, she slowly reached back to grab the lower hem of her robe, then flipped it up. She held it there a moment with both hands, simply showing off what she'd been hiding. "... I sense... you are interested," she muttered, a politer way of saying "I sense your erection growing."

Again, Harvey's vision was nearly eclipse by his sergeant's butt, a tremendous dark bubble hardly hidden by a playful pink T-back thong. Her ill-fitting choice in underwear provided great contrast to her body, which, even upon the ass, was covered in a variety of scars. There was definitely a story there, although Harvey might be disappointed to learn that story was as simple as "Bella thought a bunch of battle scars all over the body would make the eye scar easier to swallow." One day, she would definitely have to answer somebody asking how she got such injuries on such a peculiar part of her body.

Now was not the day. Harvey could care less what lucky opponent had managed to land such strikes on his sergeant. Right now, no thought or emotion remained for the young man but anticipation.

Ralli couldn't hold the garment in place, so she simply bunched it up as high as she could. Then, with her hands planted on the bed, the sergeant began furiously twerking her huge ass, just in front of Harvey's face. In terms of a show, there were a couple of problems: first, there was no discernible rhythm to it, just unrestrained effort and power. While a more nuanced display would probably have involved tantalizing glimpses of the article beneath the lower lip of the robe, this was more like a colorful pink-and-chocolate blur. That hardly mattered to Harvey, however, whose jaw was still dropping at his sergeant's unrestricted shaking display of the booty she'd been cruelly hiding from her students all that time.

The second problem was a bigger deal. This show was not quiet at all. Harvey's bed had begun squeaking monstrously. Maybe some of the exhausted students would sleep through it...

... But there was one person who definitely wouldn't. "Wh-wh-what the heck Harvey?!" Liam's irate voice shouted from the top bunk. "What are you doing down there?!"

Ralli covered her mouth to stifle a gasp, bringing her show to an abrupt stop. To honor her word, she had been prepared for a secret meeting with one trainee, but she hadn't planned on it being revealed to all of the others.

Luckily, it seemed like Harvey had an idea...