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Chapter Nine: Slutty? Not Slutty. Never Slutty.

I was woken up by Lace at about 9.30. I was really ready to get out of bed, but I had to be ready to start interview training with Lace at 10. I had a quick shower and got into some comfortable clothes, provided by the capitol of course.

When I finally made it into the compartment of district one, Lace was sat on the sofa, watching a hunger games programme about statistics.

"Oh look Cashmere, you are a hot favourite alongside Jaret", she beamed at me when she saw me. I gave a huge false smile on. "That's fantastic", I lied plunging myself on the sofa next to her.

"Now, dear. Lets get started shall we", she giggled, thankfully turning the TV set off, and turning to face me. "I have a sneaky feeling that your interview is going to be fantastic. All my time I have been escort for District one, I have never seen a tribute more camera ready then yourself".

Again, I put on a big fake smile. "How are you at walking in heels?", Lace asked me looking down at my bare feet.

I rolled my eyes. "Can we start the interview training please", I said sounding deflated. Lace blinked at me confused and then burst out laughing as if though I had just told the world funniest joke. "Oh dear, we have already... I have to make sure you look good, and know how to conduct yourself properly on the stage and for the camera... so heels?".

I was rather taken aback. I have to admit, I had no idea what kind of training I was going to need from Lace, but this was far from it.

"Well, it's not uncommon for girls to wear heels in District one, but I aint going to claim I wear them a lot".

Lace pursed her lips. "Here try these on, and walk across the room".

She passed me a beautiful pair of shoes, one I would definitely not hesitate to steal and claim of my own. I slipped them on, perfect size, I bet Lace ordered them specifically.

I strolled across the room perfectly. I didn't lie when I said I don't wear them often, but I have a natural knack for wearing them perfectly.

Lace clapped her hands together excitedly. "Oh, you had my worried dear, but your a natural".

"Okay, now. Pretend I am Caesar. And the TV set is the camera, how do you present yourself?".

I strolled in, and kissed Lace, who is playing Caesar on the hand. I then take a seat and flip my hair out of my face.

Lace seemed happy, but told me I had done it completely wrong. You have to face the camera before you take your seat. Caesar will stand, and you may kiss his hand, but you then have to face the camera, give it you all, throw in some winks. Your to supposedly be acknowledging the audience in the room, but what your actually doing to making yourself known to the rest of the capitol and Pamen".

It took about 7 times and trails before Lace was finally happy with my entrance. I then had to endure her lecturing me about the way I am sitting. I was snapped at repeatedly for crossing my arms, my legs, for not pushing out my chest. For sitting with my legs wide open. "YOUR GOING TO BE WEARING A DRESS... SHUT YOUR LEGS OR THE CAMERA WILL SEE RIGHT UP THERE", she screeched losing her cool with me eventually.

I scowled at her. "If I knew I was going to be wearing a dress, trust me I would have the common sense to not have my legs open. I do have some self pride, behind my slutty exterior I am being forced to provide the capitol".

Lace's eyes bulged and she looked quite taken aback. "slutty?, no dear. Not slutty, never slutty. We just think you would do much better if you played up to your attractiveness. So many attractive tributes do well in this competition".

"I don't see why?", I snapped, "It's like we are going to come out of the competition and shag all the men".

Lace's mouth dropped and she looked really uncomfortable. She shifted sideways in her chair. "Of course not dear. I think we should leave it at that for today. You have done really well dear, and I just know the capitol citizens will just love you".

I rolled my eyes and made my way into the dining room. Thankfully some food had been left out for me. I scoffed my face with some peanut butter and bread that was apparently made in District 6. It was rather delicious. Personally I think most breads are made better in other districts.

I had to wait until half two for my mentor finally showed up. She looked rather distressed. "Whats the matter?", I asked friendly as she sat down.

"Oh, not a lot. Just some capitol meetings?".

I couldn't help but let the curiosity get the better of me. "What meetings do Victors have to go too. What happens there?".

Lumo's hesitated. "Well it is sort of private. We're not supposed to let the tributes know", she said reluctantly.

I wasn't convinced. "Is it about the games. Do you know what the arena is going to be like?".

Lumo's sighed. "It has nothing to do with the Games Cashmere. We are completely clueless about those. No, we help the capitol out where it is needed. If you win, I am sure the president himself will fill you in on your Victor duties".

I huffed. "How come we don't get told this bit. We get told if you win the Hunger Games, you are left alone to get on with your life in riches, and all you have to do is come back once a year to help out your new chosen tributes".

Lumo's laughed. "There's more to it then that I am afraid".
"Like what", I pushed trying to get a decent answer, but Lumos lost her temper. "Cashmere, drop it", she snapped.
I took a step back, having never heard that tone in her voice before, which really told me that she meant it and I was not to push any further on the subject.

Lumo's had already told me how she wanted me to represent myself in the interview. I was to play up on my attractiveness. Tell the audience that it was basically a god given gift, that I shall always tresure.
"I would suggest to really play it on thick. Tell the men there has been some who has caught your eye".

I blink with a great distaste in my mouth. "Gross", I comment sticking my nose in the air.
Lumo's laughed. "It's what got me through my games".
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, but these are MY games. Not YOURS", I comment unimpressed.

Lumo's thought about that for a moment. "They're very similar cashmere. Trust me".

We didn't really go into great detail about how I should conduct myself. I felt like there was much more left desired for me, that wasn't mentioned and wasn't really guided properly by my mentor. I don't know what meeting she had, but from the sounds of it, she didn't quite enjoy them. I couldn't help but shake the feeling that prostitution was amongst the victors. I shook my head though. Thats barbaric. None of us would ever agree to that. Especially Lumos. She has little children for christ sake. I shook the stupid idea out of my head.

It was long until my stylist turned up. Madam Cambell. She looked as ridiculous as the first time I had seen her.
She got out her dress. It was a lacy black one, and although it was stunning, it didn't take me long to realise it was see-through. "Aren't I going to be wearing anything underneath", I prompted, when I realised I was wearing any underwear. I had expected her to say that she forget them.
"No", she snapped at me, while sewing at my sleeve.
My eyebrow arched forward, "excuse me", I growled and pushed her hand away.

Madam Cambell gasped and looked annoyed at me. "Miss Hazelgrey...", she started to argue, but I cut in. "I will not continue to get ready until you find me some underwear. I will not have the whole of panem looking at my naked body".

Madam Cambell looked furious. "I am your stylist, you do as I say".
"No!", I snapped. "I am not, I repeat not going out there on that stage without underwear. I will refuse to go on".
She seemed defeated. "Why are you doing this? We are trying to help you".

I sighed. "Because I refuse to be some kind of sex symbol. I am Cashmere Hazelgrey. I am from district one, and I am only sixteen years old. I am practically underage? Would you dress me this way if I had been twelve".

Madam Cambell pursed her lips and looked swollen. "Fine. But they will be white. So they can contrast together from the black".

I nodded. I guess that would be better then nothing.

I glanced over at Lumo's who had seen my reaction, but I could read her face. Some part of me think she is going to be angry at me for not doing as I am told like a good little tribute. But I am not some good little tribute. I am taking control of my life. I volunteered for these games because I was beat by my shitty father. I refuse to be pushed around by the shitty capitol instead.