They are the most beautiful people in all of Panem. White uniforms conceal starbursts of tattoos and gemstones nesting in their veins, mingling with the honey of their blood. Wigs made entirely out of ribbons or heavy with glitter or a whole rainbow of colors tickle blue-painted cheeks and fall in crystalline eyes. Puffed lips painted silver and dotted with spikes smile at the richest of the rich over food so rich it's tasteless. And, of course, they are the only elites favored enough to watch over the nation's pride and joy: the arena. Who wouldn't want to be them?