You are Salter, after a long hard day of fighting. Jalter a fellow servant who from what you could tell is just the embodiment of vengeance attributed to Gilles de Rais. But even a woman like that needs to relax sometimes, I spot her drunk. Me and her know she is quite weak to alcohol yet she'll drink when she wants to. I can spot Gudako beside her patting her back, as I approach them both. Gudako gives me that look, the one that says, "Can you handle this?" I nod and steer Jalter towards her room. She's leaning on me, grumbling about battles and cursing unseen enemies. Finally, I get to her room. I help her plop down on the bed. Knowing she's weak to alcohol, I grab a glass of water, offering it to her to help sober up. She eyes it skeptically but takes a few sips.

As she starts to settle, her intense gaze softens, and she mumbles something that sounds a lot like thanks. Gudako, still at the doorway, gives a nod before leaving us to the silence of the room.

Jalter grabs me and pins me to the bed. She kisses you softly.

"Salter. Who am I? I feel.. everything disappearing, my thoughts, my body. My everything when I kissed you.. I don't know how to feel, I still feel my hatred and murderous intent too but I'm scared Saber. I'm scared that when I let go of it I'll disappear."

Jalter looked at you teary eyed, the alcohol clearly affected her state of mind but that didn't stop you from kissing back, responding

"If you really feel like you'll disappear if you lose your hatred and malice. Then I'll replace it with something else..."

After a long night of passion you awoke to Jalter next to you, she's clearly attached now but she's acting as cold as she could, her words says she hates you but her actions say otherwise.

"You cold hearted bitch, what have you done to me?"

She was on top of you.. She might act like that same Jeanne you knew from before towards others, but in front of you, she's nothing but a maiden begging for your touch.