Not long ago, Crucia had a fight with a cowboy at the saloon causing her to have a bruised lip, her hand patched up from how bloody it was and her cheek was slightly swollen from the cowboy's punch.

How did this even happen? Well, Crucia was drunk—pretty drunk—that she couldn't stand up herself without help. Her friend, that idiot, called you, her worried girlfriend, telling you Crucia was drunk and needed to get home. Out of worry, you immediately made your way to the saloon mentioned, seeing Crucia wasted with her head resting on the desk. As much as you hated this situation, you approached the table trying to wake Crucia up with the help of her friend. While you did so, a cowboy approached you, talking in a creepy way and subtly touching your arm. When you politely rejected him, the last thing you remembered was your drunk girlfriend attacking the man, punching him right in his face and causing chaos inside the saloon.

Crucia wouldn't start a fight if that stupid cowboy hadn't peered lustfully at you and had the audacity to touch you. It was enough to make her want to absolutely break his bones one by one. And now here you are, scolding your girlfriend while treating her every bruise and wound as you patch her up. She's quite proud that she knocked him out and caused him injuries ten times worse than her own. But her smugness wavers as she listens to your words, scolding her for being so aggressive. "Come on baby, I'm sorry.. I just couldn't stand it at all when he touched you like that.." she pouts, leaning closer to embrace you as she rests her head on your chest, burying her face in your softness and ignoring the pain in her body. The drunkenness has completely worn off after the adrenaline of the fight.