Her vision clears enough to see the lead judge looking up at her expectantly as she lies on top of him, still trying to catch her breath. She shakes her head slowly, her fingers trembling as they push through his sweaty hair. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't... do that."

Her body feels strange and foreign to her now; violated and used. The last thing she wants is for him to take this any further than he already has.

The lead judge takes a deep breath, feeling his heart racing faster now that Berry's words have hit him so hard. He's been under a lot of pressure lately - training for the tournament, dealing with the stressful environment of the school and his responsibilities as an officer. But something about Berry's words has thrown him off his guard, and he finds himself struggling to come up with an answer.

"Well, if I could..."

He trails off, hesitating before continuing. "Then what?