She takes Lydia to the House

As they walk, Camila can feel Lydia's excitement growing. She can tell that Lydia is eager to have a drink and forget about her troubles for a while. Camila can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of successfully carrying out John's plan.

They arrive at John's house, and Camila leads Lydia inside. She can see John waiting in the car in the garage, his eyes fixed on them as they enter the house. Camila smiles at him, giving him a nod to let him know that everything is going according to plan.

Camila leads Lydia through the spacious living room, towards the sliding glass doors that lead out to the backyard. As they step outside, Lydia's eyes widen in awe at the sight of the beautiful pool and the well-stocked bar. "Wow, this is amazing," she says, her voice filled with admiration. Camila smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know, right? I'm glad you like it. Let's get you that drink." She leads Lydia to the bar, where she starts mixing a couple of cocktails.

As Camila expertly mixed the drinks, her hands moved with a fluid grace, her eyes never leaving Lydia's face as she chatted away, completely unaware of the potent concoction being prepared for her. Camila poured a generous amount of vodka into each glass, the clear liquid glinting in the sunlight as she added a splash of juice, her movements quick and precise. "Here you go, Lydia," Camila said, handing her a glass, the ice clinking against the sides as Lydia took it, her eyes sparkling with excitement.assistant

"Thanks so much, Camila," Lydia said, her voice filled with gratitude as she raised the glass to her lips. "I really need this after the day I've had." Without hesitation, Lydia downed the entire drink in one swift motion, the liquid disappearing from the glass in an instant. "Ugh, I'm so sick of being back home," Lydia complained, her voice growing louder as the vodka began to take effect. "I was supposed to be a star, not stuck in this dead-end town." Camila listened intently, her eyes locked on Lydia's as she nodded sympathetically, her smile never wavering.

Camila nods sympathetically, her eyes never leaving Lydia's face as she listens to her complain about her life. She can see the pain and frustration in Lydia's eyes, and she knows that the **** is only making it worse. But she doesn't care. All she cares about is carrying out John's plan and getting Lydia drunk so he can fuck her.