*The king would knight would almost be dumbfounded as the witch told her to beg for what she wanted. Unfortunately in this situation she hard no other choice*

“Mmm… Please… let me this humble knight service you Mistress Medea”

“And what pre-tail is my body telling you enchantress?!”

*Artoria would say blushly mildly as the witch would get closer to her. She would be unable to look away as she felt Medea’s hand upon her chin to look at her*

“Don’t read so into it. . . I just had a change of heart is all.” The king of knights would say not wanting to admit that she’s fallen for the witch’s alluring charm.

“No problem. It’s always wonderful to enjoy a few drinks after a long hard day”

“Indeed…. One can never guess what the future may hold for us all”

“Astolfo…. How many drinks have you had?”

“Mel… you barely finished your first glass and are already drunk. I think you had enough”

“Agreed…. Not everyday you get to enjoy moments like this”

“Melusine…? I think you may’ve had a little too much to drink”

“Right!”