A/N New chapter! Sorry I didn't post yesterday- homework and stuff, same old, same old. Anyway I hope you enjoy!:)

For a free day in the capitol city centre, Katniss and Peeta had decided to make the most of it. The couple had decided to walk around the park as it resembled district 12 the best it could. The green grass and tall trees were possibly the only natural thing the star-crossed lovers had seen whilst arriving. Although the Capitol was the grandest place they had encountered in their years, it missed a certain humble, homely feel that district 12 possessed so finely.
What remained of the district 12 team, the adults, Capitolian and districter alike, all sat on the plush velvet blue couch. The penthouse was a bit of a mess from breakfast; however, the avoxs were sorting it, slowly but surely.
Effie- complete with tight, short pencil skirt and low cut blouse; not forgetting her 6 inch heels- sat in a lady-like manner as far away from Haymitch as possible. Legs constantly crossing and uncrossing, she sat up straight and engaged in conversation with Portia about the latest fashion trend, plus, Peeta and Katniss' victory tour interview with Caesar was tonight and Effie got to feature. Bubbly with excitement, the escort nattered non-stop to her long time best friend, who was nodding and sharing a little less enthusiasm. After all, she only got a fashion feature, nothing on herself personally.
With the prep team talking among themselves and Cinna pre-occupied in his work, Haymitch was looking for amusement. His eyes were yet again drawn to Effie. Naturally glancing at her cleavage he could see a missing button, where the shirt could no longer fasten up. He smirked.
"Hey Princess." Haymitch called across the room, stopping Effie mid-sentence. Annoyed, she rolled her eyes then widened them at Portia apologetically before turning her head and asking politely- "yes Haymitch?"
"I think your shirt's missing a button." He smirked. Effie instantly flushed and looked down, sure enough, her breasts were more on show than was comfortable; with dark purple, slightly transparent material with silk trimmings seeping through.
Thanks to Haymitch drawing attention to them, the prep team and Portia stared transfixed as Effie pushed up her large bosom to try and find the button. In seeing that her button had evident popped off from the strain, the escort took a bobby pin from her wig and pressed her boobs together, in the hope of pinning it back up. The normal advantage of having large breasts were certainly not in her favour at that moment, for Effie tried in vain to secure the blouse, getting redder by the minute as she pushed her cleavage in different positions to close up the shirt. Venia and Octavia were practically drooling in the corner as Flavius stared with a grin on his face at the struggle of the attractive young escort. On the other side of the couch, Haymitch was watching with eager eyes.
"Oh for god's sake!" Effie exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air, fingers still holding on to the rusty hair clip.
"Let me help!" Portia suggested. Effie scored closer to Portia as the nifty fashion designer quickly pushed the lapels of her shirt together and clipped them with the pin. A sigh of relief and a smile of gratitude spread across Effie's face.
"Thank-you," Portia just laughed,
"It's alright," she smirked as she told her "get a bigger size next time" Effie blushed and hid her head in her hands, embarrassed.
After witnessing the display, the prep team were flustered and fidgety but soon enough got back to their gossip. Meanwhile, Haymitch recovered from his struggle to moan in pleasure as he saw Effie push her tits together. Quickly getting hard, Haymitch shoved a pillow onto his lap. Hoping Effie wouldn't order him around.
Not forgetting the cause for her issue, Effie Trinket turned to Haymitch, blue-grey, murderous eyes meeting his silver dangerous ones. Gulping, Haymitch prepared himself for the worst.
"Haymitch, thank-you very much for telling me that, dear." Her tone had a slight sarcasm to it, but her face was covered in a smile. "God forbid I went out in public!" She let out an airy laugh. Airy, but fake. Haymitch was caught and he knew it. "But one must ask, why were you staring at my breasts?" She beamed a smile towards him, waiting for an answer.
The room suddenly became smaller and Haymitch felt himself grow hot and out of breath with panic.
"I was merely admiring the room and they were quite obviously out and I was wondering the cause of it because of course, you never show off your woman features." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. Portia burst out in a laugh but stopped as Effie hit her on the arm. With a wink from Portia, his confidence was restored. "Then you know the rest, I asked you if you were aware of your missing button- you then touched yourself in front of us in an attempt to regain your lost dignity." Portia was choking at this point and the prep team were smiling and looking between Haymitch and themselves. The escort and mentor had even grasped Cinna's attention; as his pencil rested in mid-air, ears pricked in concentration and hearing.
Effie coughed, red with anger towards Haymitch for making her look a fool. She pursed her lips and 'hmm'd' before leaving the room to change her top.
Portia let out her laugh, her face going purple in an attempt to hold it in. "Abernathy, you pervert!" The prep team giggled and even Cinna smiled. "Just doing the princess a favour," he said wryly before turning back to his drink