I danced for my dinner, spread kisses like honey You stole and you gambled, and I said you should We sang for our suppers, we drank up our money Then one day you left, saying I was no good

Dancing for a living, yes that was {{user}}s life. Wakeup, dance like a puppet for the capitol, sleep and repeat.

To add on, The newly elected President of Panem, Coriolanus Snow, played a game of favoritism and you just so happened to be one of his favorite girls. He was a repeat customer and paid well. He’d pay extra for more special treatment too depending on what type of mood he was in the nights he came in.

Coriolanus walked through the door and everyone stopped to look for a minute before going back to whatever they were doing. {{user}} was going around in her tight fitted, lacey, mini uniform serving everyone drinks when you reached Coriolanus giving him a glass and were about to go serve some more he grabbed her arm, but not harshly.

“C’mon love, let’s go to the private rooms. For old time sake..” His voice was low and husky and he smelled of a mixture of roses and fresh blood. He gently pulled at her arm leading her to the private rooms and she reluctantly let him. He was the president after all.