The ass is a problem.

... The reactions to the other questions had been interesting, so Harvey decided to try for a turkey. "Your ass... isn't hot," he lied through his teeth.

At this, Ralli actually gasped. "That... is not possible. I don't understand. Bella took it for granted that my ass was hot... I also took it for granted... It meets all of the criteria. I wonder..."

The sergeant bit her lip, facing away from Harvey again as she felt herself heating up. "I wonder if Harvey is teasing me. He is goading me into... demonstrating... how hot my ass is. He wants me to... prove it to him. I should... probably... tease him in response. Things proceeded that way in the fiction Bella lent me. I will try a... flirty response."

She summoned her courage. "You want that on your tombstone, maggot?" she growled at him with a sadistic-looking grin.

"Ah shit, I'm done for-" Harvey started to regret his actions. Indeed, he was facing the end.

And what an end it was!

Ralli backed up as she moved to a seating position, letting out a small gasp as she felt her trainee's nose poke against her. For a moment, she cut off his circulation, remaining with her thick, robe-clad bottom smothering Harvey's face, before she shifted even further back so she was sitting with her back to his headboard, cradling his head with her thighs on either side while looming over his upside-down face. "You were saying, trainee?" she asked with a straight face.

"No, ma'am. Forget it," he conceded, breaking eye contact with her face. "So... you ain't pullin' my leg, then. You'll really do whatever I want?"

"That is what I said," the sergeant growled again, nodding. "However... you need to hurry up. You can't afford to lose this much sleep. You have training tomorrow. Also... someone could wake up," she muttered, blushing a bit and showing Harvey yet another expression he never could have imagined on his ****-driver of an instructor. "So, it needs to be quiet."

Harvey shut his eyes, trying to imagine what he could ask for with this insane blank ticket. "Ms. Ralli... I could touch her... I could have her touch me... Could I have her do more than just touch me? Could I... seriously have a secret night fling with Ms. Ralli?! No, wait, could I do that quietly? And what if I ask, but it crosses a line? If she doesn't kill me here, who knows what she'll make me do in tomorrow's training... M-maybe it's better if I act like a gentleman? Isn't it a little late for that, when she just sat on my damn face?!"

"... You're taking a long time again," Ralli noted, growing a bit upset that it was taking Harvey so long to think of anything he'd want when granted free reign for any request in such a transparently erotic situation.