Finnick Odair, aged 14. The Capitol
They are taken to a place called the 'Remake Centre' where Finnick is introduced to his prep team, scarily unnatural looking people whose job it is to make him look 'fabulous'. One of them, a young woman, whistles when she sees him saying, "They were right. District 4 is good looking. Adilia will have fun with this one."
They then proceed to strip him and scrub him down with a gritty foam, moisturise his skin, clean the dirt out from under his nails before cutting them, and even plucking his eyebrows. They spend ages washing and re-washing the sea salt out from his hair, and conditioning it until it shines like the sun.
Eventually they pull Finnick from the table, removing the thin robe he's been allowed to wear on and off. He stands there, completely naked, as three of them admire their work. It's a little awkward and Finnick isn't quite sure what to do with his hands.
"You are absolutely gorgeous darling. I just want to take you home with me!" One of them comments.
"How old did you say you were?" The second asks.
"Fourteen," he replies and all three of them sigh. He can feel his cheeks getting warm from all the eyes upon him.
"What a shame," the last one says, leaving him confused.
"Anyway- Adilia wants to see you now." The second one says, and they all leave the room.
Unsure what he's supposed to be doing, Finnick stays standing in the middle of the room without any clothes on, until a tall blonde woman walks in. Or at least she looks blonde at first glance, but as she gets closer Finnick notices the way it's shimmering a strange sort of metallic gold in the afternoon sun. Her skin is embedded with red jewels Finnick has no name for, and her lips have been pumped up to double their normal size. Finnick can't help feeling slightly anxious if this is his stylist.
She stops a few steps away from him and runs her eyes down over the work of her colleagues. He notices the way her eyes linger on his lower half and can feel the flush creeping back up into his cheeks.
"I haven't seen such great potential since Cashmere and Gloss came along a couple of years ago. But to work with it... well." The woman says, before holding out a pink taloned hand. "Adilia Craven pleased to meet you Finnick Odair."
"Er, great. Hi." Finnick says. He's feeling a lot more uncomfortable under the scrunity of this Capitol woman. Her gaze is a lot more focused than his Prep Team's, and there's something slightly menacing about the curl of her lip.
"Well come and sit down and we'll have a chat, yes?" Adilia motions to a couple of plush, leather seats by the window.
She doesn't however say anything about putting some clothing on.