[h2]Elizabeth Bathory[/h2]
"If I take just a bit it won't hurt, you know?" Elizabeth grinned as she noticed both Saber and Caster's reactions. Teasing the blonde duo was easier than she thought, even Nero was taken off guard by the mention of snacks. After all, Bathory had sworn off taking it by force, but if she could just convince someone to give it willingly it wasn't a bad thing, was it?

Nevertheless, the pink-haired Lancer turned her attention away from the street kids and back to her allies just as Saber was trying to barter with a merchant.

"Is that how you show your gratitude for the people who saved your skin and that of your loved ones? The least you could do was giving us some compensation, it's not like you'll go broke because of it," Bathory said in a condescending voice that could only come from the throat of a spoiled noble such as she.

"Thankfully for you, we are good saviors who don't want to impose too much on your way of living, so how about I repay your efforts with a private concert? I'm such your sales will double—no, triple— if become known as the merchant that sponsored the saviors' live concert," she added in a cheery voice as she produced a microphone seemingly out of nowhere and began to do some vocal exercises while waiting for the merchant's reply.