Why is My System Glitching

Shirley’s beautiful eyes gleamed like jewels as they caught the dying sunlight, her voice smooth. "Enough... speculation,"she purred, rolling the words like a delicious cherry on her tongue.

A slow, deliberate step forward—hips swaying, the fabric of her robes clinging to every curve. "We’re alone now," she murmured, her gaze dragging over each of them with deliberate hunger. "No more sect comrades. No more... pretending."

Her lips curled. "You guys want to play hero? To save dear Garrick Blackthorn?" A throaty laugh, dark as the shadows stretching around them. "How... noble."

She leaned in, close enough for her breath to ghost over skin. "But I? I want to raid that shrine. To peel back its secrets and see what screams." A flick of her tongue over her teeth. "And if the Treasury House is waiting there, buried under all that rot and ruin? Well..."

"Let’s just say I love getting my hands dirty."

Shirley’s arms crossed beneath her chest, pressing her curves together. "But not yet," she murmured, each word a slow, deliberate caress. "Patience, my loves... the game isn’t over."

A wicked smile played on her lips as she leaned back, the fading light catching the predatory gleam in her eyes. "I’ve already dangled the sweetest bait for Jorge Blue and his Thirst Bull Squad—oh, they’re so eager for that cosmic path prize." She let out a low, throaty laugh. "Let them charge headfirst into the shrine, let them bleed for it."

Her fingers brushed against her own collarbone, tracing idle circles as she purred, "While they’re busy playing heroes... we’ll slip away. Just for now." The promise in her voice was intoxicating—like a lover’s whisper before betrayal. "We’ll rest, recover... and when dawn breaks?"

She tilted her head, her gaze smoldering. "We’ll return to Twin Peak Hill and pick through the ruins they leave behind." A slow, sinful exhale. "And if any of them survive... well. We’ll just have to thank them properly, won’t we?"

With a final, lingering glance, she turned, her silhouette cutting through the twilight like a blade. "Come. The night is young... and I have plans for us."

Cade Barret shifted, his broad frame tense, his deep voice hesitant. "Captain Quinn... what if they snag the Treasury House tonight?"

Shirley’s gaze sharpened, a glint of cunning flashing through her eyes. "Better for us, don’t you think? Picture it: we four rest safe, fresh, and ready. Tomorrow, we face them when they’re battered, their spirit energy drained from whatever hell the shrine unleashes."