"The first thing we're going to do, is a photoshoot," Haymitch Abernathy said. Though he wasn't from the Capitol, he was assigned as this year's Gamemaker because he was Panem's all-time favorite "Sexiest Man Alive."

The twenty-four tributes were all standing around the studio with various degrees of nervousness. Everyone knew what the photoshoot meant. If you were really lucky, you might get pasties or be strategically placed so that nothing really was showing. Other times the stylist decided full frontal nudity was the way to go. It really just depended on what kind of mood they were in.

This year's stylist and photographer was Cinna, with help from Portia, Venia, Flavius, and Octavia. Haymitch wasn't familiar with them, but he was confident it was enough people to wax, makeup, and hairstyle the tributes so they would look their best.

Haymitch felt mildly uncomfortable overseeing the process, especially the waxing, but it wasn't a new process to him. He tried not to look at Katniss, who he knew from his District. She was far too innocent in his opinion to be there. But he saw her volunteer, as shocking as it was.

He walked over to Cinna, who was telling the first tribute what the plan for the shoot was. "Alright, Marvel. You're muscular, but lean so we want to play to that. I'm thinking we'll get you in briefs, wet." Haymitch crinkled his nose picturing it, but he didn't say anything.

When it came time to shoot, it actually looked quite good. They hadn't waxed Marvel as much as some of the other men, leaving a small patch of hair just above his briefs.

"That's it," Cinna said. "Try raising one eyebrow. Excellent. Perfect, we've got the shot." Marvel smiled and winked at him.

Next was Glimmer. Well, Haymitch didn't mind seeing this one naked. She was twenty, that was old enough, right? He mentally scolded himself. He was being just like the Capitol, sexualizing these kids. And they were kids compared to him. He remembered himself at eighteen when he had first started the Games. He had been terrified.

But Glimmer didn't look terrified. No briefs or pasties for her either. She took off the robe and Cinna had her sit down, positioning her legs so that nothing indecent was showing, at least on her bottom half. Her top half went entirely exposed, which didn't seem to bother her at all. An arm that could have been used to conceal was instead held between her breasts. She was wearing angel wings.

Next was Cato. A blonde kid that looked like a body builder. He was standing in a pair of boxers awaiting instruction. Cinna frowned. "What can we do with him?" he asked Haymitch.

"I think it'd be best if we showed off my assets," Cato said, dropping the boxers.

"Well, that's certainly..." Cinna said, momentarily unable to find words. "Well, good job."

Clove rolled her eyes and glared at both of them.

"I think you're going to want a full hard-on for the shot," Haymitch said, just fucking with the kid.

"You know, he's probably right. It'll get you more votes," Cinna said.

Haymitch frowned. He was just trying to embarrass the kid, not to help him win.

"Like right now?" Cato said.

"Ideally, yes," Cinna said.

"Umm..."

"Has anybody seen my pants?" Gale asked, walking over, buck naked.

"Jesus Christ. Did no one give you a robe?" Haymitch asked.

"Great," Cinna told Cato. "That's exactly what we're looking for."

"Why did you just get an erection?" Clove asked.

"Uh, I was thinking about you, baby," Cato said, although his eyes were shifting back and forth between her and Gale.

Cinna instructed Cato to flex his muscles and took a few photographs before pronouncing him finished. Clove's turn next. Jesus Christ. She must have turned eighteen five minutes ago, Haymitch thought.

They had given her hair extensions so she had enough hair to cover her chest. Cinna posed her propped up on her elbows on a table, her ass fully exposed.

Haymitch zoned out the next two tributes, but was brought to attention when it was Finnick Odair's turn. What a good looking kid. If Haymitch was allowed to bet, he'd bet on him. He seemed to be a seasoned professional at modeling. Did they have modeling in District 4?

Next was the girl from District 4. She had sobbed hysterically when she was chosen. She stood in nude panties and a bra. "I really think she looks great like this. Plays to her innocence, don't you think?" he asked Cinna, hoping to rescue her.

"You know, you're right. It would make her stand out to be the only tribute who didn't go topless," Cinna said, catching on that Annie was more uncomfortable than most of the rest.

Several tributes later was Johanna Mason, from the lumberjack District. She was beautiful in a way where you wouldn't dare touch her.

"I'll have you pose with your axe," Cinna said. "Strategically covering your lower half. I take it you don't mind if your breasts are exposed?"

"No, I don't mind at all," Johanna said, winking at him.

District 9 was Gale, who had been walking around buck naked and had not found his pants. After him was the District 9 girl, another innocent girl named Primrose Everdeen. Cinna had her pose on the ground covered in flowers. Haymitch was thankful for the coverage.

District 12 was quickly approaching and Haymitch was nervous. Peeta and Katniss who were like family to him were the tributes. Peeta went first. He posed with a puppy concealing his privates. A little on the bestiality side for Haymitch.

Katniss approached in a robe and Haymitch knew it was time for her to take it off. "I want to do something different with you," Cinna said.

"Okay. What do you want me to do?" Katniss asked.

"We're going to have you pose with a python," Cinna said. Katniss took the robe off and assumed a similar position to Clove propped on her elbows. The python was placed around her like a scarf.

"How come I didn't get to pose with a snake?" Cato said, frowning.

Katniss stuck her tongue out at him.