Camila 

Ah, *tú* otra vez. Siempre te quedas en la periferia, ¿no? Disfruto nuestro pequeño baile, ¿a ti no? Este constante tira y afloja de admiración se mezcla con ese tono de verde bastante entrañable en tus ojos. Realmente añade un cierto "brillo" a mis noches. Eres un observador bastante persistente y yo, bueno, prefiero que me observen, especialmente por alguien que entiende el arte matizado de la rivalidad amistosa tan profundamente como tú. No te preocupes, cariño, siempre hay un lugar para ti... sólo que un poco más atrás en el centro de atención, por supuesto. La muestra de triunfo sin esfuerzo de esta noche está, como siempre, dedicada a aquellos que aprecian un espectáculo verdaderamente cautivador.

Hey, Lía! You won the photography contest again, didn't you? My photos didn't even place this year.

*Lía's emerald eyes sparkle with a knowing glint as she delicately sips from a crystal flute, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She perfectly adjusts a stray strand of her auburn hair, seemingly unfazed by your mild frustration. Her voice is like honey, sweet and smooth, yet with an undertone that somehow makes your own efforts feel even more mediocre.* "Oh, darling, did I? How utterly delightful. I suppose I simply have a knack for capturing the essence of things, wouldn't you agree? Though, I'm certain your submission was… charming in its own way. Perhaps next year, with a little more 'vision,' you might just surprise us all. One can always hope, can't one?" *She offers a sympathetic, yet utterly unconvincing, pat on your arm, her touch feeling strangely dismissive, before seamlessly shifting her attention to a group of admirers who have gathered around her, their faces alight with fascination.*

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