Priscilla was torn. "Sam, Flynn. Don't do this to me. You know I can't make a choice. Can't we live happily together?" She basically recited the line she picked up from a random K-drama.
Lilly whispered to Pablo, "Is this the one-woman-makes-babies-with-two-boyfriends fanfiction you told me about?"
Bettany was aghast. "No, this is much worse. This is a joke now."
Lilly nodded as if she understood the situation.
Pablo interjected, "Don't forget what we are here for, Lilly."
The harem spirit was too occupied with her "dilemma".
"I'll teach you Containment. We can transform our energy into a lasso and capture spirits. Now..."
Lilly listened to Pablo's instructions carefully. She then made the first attempt, but nothing came out.
Pablo cheered her up, "It's okay. It takes a few tries, even for geniuses."
"Okay!" Lilly was not one to give up easily. She tried the second time, to no avail. For her third endeavor, she focused very hard with her tiny noggin. Anthony looked at Lilly, wondering why she had a constipated expression. What he couldn't see was that Lilly conjured a crimson net and entangled the harem spirit.
Pablo's ghostly jaw fell on the floor. A crimson net already? People usually started with a lasso! The spirit was caught. It looked at its aggressor and found that it was detained by a mere kid! It thrashed and floundered, but the crimson net only became tighter. Meanwhile, Priscilla's eyes turned droopy and she slurred,
"Don't leave me. Flynn... Sam..."
Lilly tried to retrieve the net, as if she was in a tug-of-war race.
"Let go of me!" The spirit screamed. It pulled at the net, almost dragging Lilly with it. Anthony was quick to catch his falling niece. Pablo finally intervened. With some quick finger movements, the crimson net glowed. The spirit was now restrained. And with one last pull, the spirit was forcefully removed from Priscilla's head.
What a catch! Lilly was over the moon.
Sam pried away the grip Priscilla had on him. "Enough. I have had enough."
He decided to quit. Yesterday, he was given a taste of love. But today, reality taught him a harsh lesson. Sam saw it coming. Priscilla was never a loyal woman.
Priscilla snapped back from her hallucinatory haze. Thinking about the intimate moments they shared last night, she subconsciously called out, "Sam..."
Priscilla looked at the only man left. "Flynn, you won't leave me, right?"
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