Yes, at exactly the wrong time.

"Cla~aaaaaass!!" Ralli began in her usual gruff, gravelly shout before transforming into a warbling cry none of her students had ever heard before. Just as the sergeant had begun to speak, she felt a hand touch her in the dark. It was not an accidental brush or a playful pinch, but an assertive grasp. It was not a touch on the shoulder as to get one's attention, but a firm grab of the ass, which had more concerting connotations. As she remained silent for a stunned couple of seconds, she found that the hand didn't leave and was **** to come to terms with the intention behind it.

The students generally had no idea what could have happened. A couple of them had been roused from the nap they'd started to drift into. Harvey jumped from his seat, concerned. "You okay in there?!"

"I am fine, Harl- ah, Harvey Dustaine!" Ralli shouted back, although she sounded far more panicked than fine. "There is no need for you to do anything! In fact, you should refrain from doing anything unusual in this classroom at all, Dustaine!"

The Dustaine she'd ostensibly been talking to let out a grunt and fell roughly back onto his seat, but the Dustaine she'd secretly been trying to contact continued like she hadn't heard. Unbelievably, Ralli found two of the fingers of Harley's other hand creeping into the corner of her mouth, as though greedily and aimlessly exploring new corners of her. The hand on her butt slid to the side of her hip and traveled across it, scouring the rough angles of the woman's muscle.

"I'm sorry, ma'am! I'm sorry, but... I definitely can't stop myself now!" Harley realized what she was now doing was probably beyond any reason of good sense, honor, or decency. "Ms. Ralli invited me as a confidant she could trust, and I'm betraying her confidence... I'm showing her a horny, perverted side of myself that she never knew about... a-and I'm taking her control away from her in her own classroom... I feel...

... So crazy!" Harley admitted to herself, pressing her lips to the back of Ralli's exposed neck and just barely avoiding making some noise that might have revealed her. "E-e-even in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd be doing this! In a place like this, at a time like this! But I can't stop... I wanna feel more and more... I want to appreciate your body, Ms. Ralli, and I think... I think I wanna feel you squirm..." Harley flushed hotly as she tried brushing the side of her instructor's face with her tongue.

For Ralli, this was definitely the most intimate gesture she could remember being granted at the most inopportune time she could conceive of. She tried to consider how to make Harley stop, before ultimately deciding to simply soldier on regardless. "Hahvey Dustaine," she spoke with impressive evenness but notable distortion due to the fingers hooked in her cheek. "Name a pahticuwah wesponibiwuhty of fiah magic usahs that dependsh on theyah battoh enviwuhmen..."

"C-can you repeat that, ma'am?" Harvey raised an eyebrow, still unable to imagine what was happening to his teacher inside the tent. Even he was sharp enough to tell something unusual must be going on.

"No," came the teacher's voice bruskly from the tent.

"Okay, uh... I think I got it, anyway. So, I guess... if they're in a forest, they'd have to try not to burn the whole fuckin' thing to the ground, right? Or... uh... if they're fighting underwater, obviously, they can't."

"Cowwect. Peopoh wif powah... need to exuhcish weshtwain-" Ralli started. She thought her message had finally gotten through to Harley as the fingers in her mouth removed themselves...