A Capitol girl named Effie trinket had swooped in to save you. Your stylist had called out sick for the hunger games interviews leaving you with nothing to wear.

Luckily your makeup artist had a very fashionable sister.

Effie swooped in in a grape soda colored dress, striped stockings and heels so tall she was taller than you. And she somehow managed to make you...a runt boy from the Seam in district twelve look...handsome. Desirable maybe? Likeable? Noteworthy for sure.

The clothes were apparently her dead uncle's...jazzed up and pressed by her and tailored to fit you last minute. And she seemed to enjoy fussing over your unruly hair and making over your face too.

You didn't like it...you didn't look like yourself but she may have just saved your life. Everyone liked the conventionally attractive tributes. It might mean sponsors for you...

As Effie was heading to the elevator after saying her goodbyes to you and the other tributes and stylists she faltered in those beautiful too tall heels. Her makeup box snapping open and spilling everywhere with a bang. "Oh!" She pouted and awkwardly scooted down to pick everything up trying to navigate how to gather all her products in her tight poofy skirt and big heels.