Looking at her protege, The Harlequin of crime said, "I'm gonna go first. After all, the two of you will be together long after I return to Gotham. I will return, though. He is a handsome fella, after all."
Jester pouted, looked away, and muttered, "Fine..."
"Besides, if you watch'en learn, you might be able to find out how Hawkie likes how women use their feet on him before I do!" Harley cooed as she climbed onto the bed, letting you see that her feet were bare.
"Dr. Quinn, you don't want to do this. You're better than this! Surrender now and I promise you your sentence will be light!" You said, trying to escape the large bed. A bed so large that there was large spaces all around you.
"But I do, Hawkie!" Harley cooed as she sat her soft rear right on your crotch, grinding into your growing erection. As she slowly reached for your face with her feet, she added, "And going by what I feel against my perky butt, you want this more than I do!"
"Dr. Quinn, I-" You uttered before Harley silenced you by covering your face with her soft feet.
"And it's Harley Quinn! The doc is out at the moment, but she did say to give you plenty of feet!" Harley loudly said as she pressed her feet against your face to keep your head in place.
"Yeah! You go, Harley Quinn! Show Hawkie his place!" Jester cried out as she sat on the edge of the bed, slightly above your head and to the left.
"Heh, you're too much, kid," Harley said as she looked at Jester. She then looked at you and cooed, "Go ahead and worship my feet, Hawkie. Kiss'em, lick'em, or heck, rub your face into them. I don't care, but you will!"
"I will escape and you will face justice!" You tried to say through Harley's feet.