A/N: If you want more Glimmer-centric drabbles, I'm starting a new project in the same structure as this one. Working title is "make me your queen" and it'll probably be posted within the next couple of days; I'm still trying to decide if I want any order to the chapters or not.
She glides her hands over her lips, her throat, her chest. Air teases at the hem of her dress, if you could call it that, fluttering at the tops of her thighs, so tantalizingly high she can feel the crowd as a whole lean in closer, anything to get a glimpse of her. She licks her lips and tastes bile. The Capitol salivates at her feet, begging for her to come closer, to step off the edge of that stage and join them, to lose herself in their lust. Soon, she thinks as the spotlight hits her and Glimmer disappears.