At Your Service // [Geebs/Kay Blitz]

Poria picked at the layers of white tulle enveloping her. She had taken the white part fo the white tea very seriously and was drowning in a dress the color of snow. It looked great when she stood up, the layers all dancing around her legs like snowflakes, but when she sat down she looked more like a half melted snowman. She had forgone she usual bright red Topaz Ross hair in favor for a frosted blonde that she was afraid made her look terribly pale. Her teeth kept finding the ends of her manicure and chopping on them.

There were so many people here. So many victors, so many relations of victors she never gets to see. Mayors, and Gamemakers and everyone that was anyone. It was overload and instead of moving around the room and making thrilling conversation with new people (which was always a fvaorite) she sat at her table and unfolded and refolded her napkin.

K.P. came by, filling water glasses that seemed to already be too full. The woman ran her knuckles across Poria's arm sending an electric shock through her whole body. Poria caught her fingers before she left, desperate to keep her there.

"Please, don't leave me alone," Poria whispered, squeezing the girl's fingers just tight enough to show her distress.

She had such a pure face. Open and fresh. Not like Poria's. She had smeared white gloss on her lips and had drenched each eyelash in white mascara. The foundation she wore seemed to fill each wrinkle, accentuating her age and her desperation to stay fashionable.

Poria wanted to reach out, to run her fingers over K.P.'s cheek. To feel the smooth skin and warmth there. Instead she twisted her hands into the tulle of her skirt, chaining them there.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous," Poria said, red filling her pale cheeks. "Do I look okay?"