The two remain successfully hidden, but Ralli becomes distracted.

"... Who can tell me the fundamental nature of water combat magic?" Ralli asked, sounding to the class like her mind was somewhere else. With none of them having any guess what could be going on in the tent, most assumed she was simply getting bored.

If Harley had been in class, this would have been her time at bat, seeing as water was the element governing her own magic potential. However, answering that question seemed to be the farthest thing from the knight trainee's mind, Ralli could personally attest. Sensing it, Ralli was sure she was certainly managing to demonstrate the wetness associated with water, unrelated to the lesson.

By this point, Harley had placed one of her own gloves in her mouth and bitten down on it to try and muffle any noise, as she had shifted from casual daydreaming to full-on excitement. For someone with as little natural sexual creativity as Ralli, it was a sight (or, rather, sense) to behold. She understood Harley was masking her noise skillfully, but she still couldn't believe the class seemed to be none the wiser. "So... they really cannot tell what is going on inside this tent, at all. And, as for Harley... whatever she is using as motivation must be..."

With a slight gasp, she realized her own hands had begun to creep from the sides of her hips inward.

"Something wrong, Teach?" Liam called from outside. "You okay in there?"

"... It is a bit drafty. That is all," Ralli defended weakly. "Who has the answer?"

"I think we're all stumped. Maybe Harley would know?"

Both Ralli and Harley recognized that as a fishing question. The sergeant tried to remain calm and answer in a natural way. "She probably would. Strive to reach her example, Baldwin. Regardless, all of you, consider your scores docked."

The class groaned. To her own astonishment, Ralli found herself immediately inserting the fingers of one hand as soon as she could reasonably break off her engagement with the class. As the groans died down, she became more and more aware of her own slightly elevated breathing as she tried to remain silent. "It appears I am not as skillful at this as Harley...! It appears Harley... is naughtier... more perverted... and, also, more skillful with her hands...!" she allowed her mind to wander, clenching her teeth as she continued to clumsily explore herself.

With some distress, she began to hear Harley move against the floor more loudly. With that intensity, Ralli was certain: to some extent, Harley could see and was aware of what her instructor had begun to do. In that sense... even though Ralli wasn't facing or touching her trainee, she was aware that the two of them were using each other to get off. The thought was getting her even more excited...

"This is dangerous... Harley is no longer subtle. I am already... not subtle. I have not practiced doing this silently...! I need to stop... Harley and myself..."