Capitol Capital | Emerald & Poria

"Ms Varda!" Poria exclaims taking in the petite Capitolite. Emerald flowed through the street along with her battalion of Avoxes. She's delicate, gorgeous, young, and most importantly extremely and outrageously rich. The young woman had frequented Poria's shop often enough that she always had an eye out for her on the streets to offer new exclusive merchandise. Though it wasn't hard to spot her with her servants trailing behind her like a small parade.

But Emerald Varda was special. Poria knew she had a special appreciation for the games and their tributes. A lot of people just wanted the superficial- the fun items from the popular tributes. Everyone had a Topaz Ross poster, everyone had attended a falling shoe party, and nearly every child was having a jungle themed birthday party off of last year's arena. But Emerald seemed to recognize every tribute and every piece of them not just what was trendy.

Poria couldn't help but admire her.

"Darling you know I do and you know I have one set aside just for you," Poria smiled. "Come, come, let me get it for you."

Poria waved Emerald inside before dashing behind the counter as quickly as she could in heels. She silently cursed herself for sending K.P. out, but the business she would lure back would be worth running errands by herself. Poria stepped into the backroom and plucked a small box wrapped with a bow. She hadn't lied, there was a token set aside for Emerald. Poria may lack tack sometimes (most times) but she cared for her customers. She paused before leaving the back room, looking to the small envelope laying on her desk.

It had been a extravagant purchase one she almost instantly regretted. There weren't a lot of people on Style Street she would be able to sell it to but Emerald Varda? There was no question she had the money it would only be up to Poria to sell it to her.

Poria grabbed the envelope and held it in her long manicured fingers, carrying both it and the box to the front desk. She laid the box on the counter and slid the envelope beside it.

"Set aside just for you," Poria said, poking the tag on the box where she had K.P. draw a little emerald. Poria then shifted to the envelope, holding her long pink nails over it almost protectively. "Now this is something special."

She paused, pressing a nail to her lips as if in deep thought before taking the envelope and sliding it dramatically into the pocket of her robe.

"But then again, you didn't ask for it so maybe I should hold on to it," she batted her lashes and nearly winked before catching herself.

A little tease, just a peek.

Her eyes are glued to the paper and Poria can't stop the smile that touches her pink lips.

"You know I wouldn't bring this out for just anyone," Poria said, switching the envelope from hand to hand. Taking her time opening the flap and peering inside. "But because we are such good friends I'll let you know."

Poria dipped her fingers into the envelope pulling out two tickets. The paper was thick and glossy printed with a landscape of snow. Mace Emberstatt's face hid behind the words like a watermark, watching whoever held the tickets and beckoning them.

"Two tickets for the completely submersive 59th Arena experience," Poria reached into the envelope again pulling out the brochure that had completely sold her on it weeks prior. She unfolded it laying it out on the counter to show off all the features. "You get to choose to walk through the Games either as a specific tribute or a outsider. A whole week out in the snow- with a personal team of assistants- walking through each fight, each death, each event! They even film it so you can watch it at home. History but now with you in it."

She tapped a nail against a paragraph towards the top.

"Also a cabin to stay in at night, a personal chef, and mimosas around the clock.

Her eyes flickered up to study Emerald's face.

"It doesn't come cheap, but it's once in a lifetime," Poria said, her hand resting on the tickets. "And lifetimes aren't a dime a dozen."