I sigh and hand the note off the Haymitch who walks in behind me.

"Typical... Never a dull day in Panem, well," he sighs, "Time to go find the mini bar." I laugh and watch the rest of our crew file in the suite. The prep team filled towards the prep room in awe,

"Oh... This we can work with."

"Can we keep it?"

Then Octavia laughs and adds a wholesome smile eyeing the room, "If only."

I take a few more steps in the suite and notice it has everything: two prep rooms made of mirrors, a lavish kitchen with our own clown like maids, and a living room with velvet block couches and a holographic tv. Suddenly, a carbon copy of the a clown like maid (She looked Asian, has black sleek hair and a pale white face with bright pink lipstick and dark eye makeup, topped with a red and electric blue dress) steps out into the elevator and into our suite keeping in eye contact with me,

"President Snow wishes to see you and Mr. Abernathy for dinner in the main hall of the arena. I will wait here once you two are done getting prepped."

I turn around and and flip my heels toward the prep team, "You heard her, time to get ready!"

Flavis takes my hand and leads me into one of the prep rooms, "Let's go have some fun." I smile and laugh, I actually enjoy getting prepped now. I am undressed and seated on a sleek metal table that can be shifted into a chair. Flavis starts to clean me down to Beauty Base Zero and then begins touching up my skin the usual way since day one. After this process, I can feel him painting my skin with foundation and other products.

"Excellent, let me finish up here. Go help with Haymitch in the other room," I hear Flavis' steps echo out of the room as Octavia starts to apply lipstick and eye shadow to me. "No peeking," she laughs as I look at the ceiling. Octavia walks away and comes back minutes later with a white dress made of lace and silk, knee high and layered. The top hugged my chest and was made with silk in a sweetheart cut as the lace from the rest of the dress wrapped around my neck in a collar-like manner. It was really quite stunning but...

"White?"

"Presidential orders," he moans as he slips an intoxicating, white rose into my silky hair that has been done in a very elegant bun.

"Atleast you make white looks good."

"Anything for you, Mockingjay." I step out of the chair and look into the mirrors looking at my complexion, it was snow white pale, from head to toe but my eye makesup was a mix of grey and silver. Eh... I can live with it.

I step out of the mirrored room, saying thank you, and become eye to eye with the very sharply dressed Haytmich, wearing a white suit himself, "Glad I don't have to wear a costume like you do."

"Agreed," I moan. He laughs and we make our way to the Asian woman waiting for us to escort us to the dinner,

"Right this way." We follow her silently and step into the elevator, once ground level is reached we as lead down a magnificent hallway of gold lights and pillars, and then are stopped to the woman turning right and walking inbetween a pair of the pillars (looked random) into a onyx black dinning room filled with a handful of important looking people... And Snow.

"Ahh, our Escorts," Snow hisses, "sit next to me, you are to sit in these seats throughout the whole Game." We obey, we always obey. Suddenly, a odd looking man with greeen hair and sharpened teeth greets me, "Oh lucky me! I get to sit down next to the Katniss Everdeen!"

"Please," I falsely smirk his way, "The pleasure is all mine." He smiled mischievously back and I notice the table now full of atleast 35 people, "So tell me which party are you?"

"Judge, but Plutarch over there," pointing across from us, "is a gamemaker"

"How do you do Miss. Everdeen?"

"Excellent, and you sir?" I reply to the gamemaker.

He laughs, "A little bit... Under the weather." I give him a sad face and look towards Snow who was eyeing me like a piece of meat,

"Yes?"

"Nothing... I just think white suits you," I see his eyes flicker towards my hand and it causes me to hide to under the table, he smirks because he knows why I hit my palm... Asshole.

Food and drinks is laid on the table and Haymitch and I take no time in pour some hard liquor for ourselves- unmixed with a side of wine. Did I not say this would happen to me? Well it did, I am becoming Haymitch.

"President," a voice at the end of the table asks, "Does this night count as an auction night?" I freeze and wait for a response.

"No... But either way she is my company tonight," and my heart sinks. I need Finnick her to protect me...

"Aww... Boo. Presidential perks," he scuffs but I become numb and dizzy, then take a long sip of the liquor in my glass. I need Finnick.

I give a concerned look toward Haymitch but he just shakes his head as to say 'can't help you sweetheart.'

He did this on purpose. Snow is the master of plans.

I give Snow a scared glance and notice him smirking darkly, he has everything planned.

I am Katniss Everdeen.

I survived the Hunger Games. Twice.

I am the President's property

I need Finnick.