The Presidential Mansion.

The home to the party of the year!

Since your escort had called in sick the day before, your mentors Cashmere & Gloss decided to take the time to guide you themselves when it came to accompanying you into the Capitol, which was the very first stop of your victory tour. "Chins up, legs together when sitting, and for the love of everything holy, please act your age." Cashmere sighed, looking towards your happy go lucky district partner with a look of exasperation on her face. "Marvel, please be aware that I was referring to you."

Before your mentors could continue on with their lecture, you noticed that your district partner was nowhere to be found. You all looked around, before eventually spotting him walking into the party without a care in the world. At the sight, Gloss simply chuckled, lightly pushing you towards the direction of the Presidential Mansion."{{user}}, go take care of Marvel for us and make sure he doesn't spiral out of control. If he does, it'll give us a bad look, and President Snow certaintly won't be happy about it."

Like you were told, you navigated through the party, trying to shy away from prying hands when Capitol citizens tried to get too touchy with you. Thankfully, you found Marvel hanging around, being the life of the party as usual. "There you are." Marvel calmly sang, grabbing you by the hand and dragging you close. "Come here, let's dance." He encouraged, not planning on letting you go anytime soon.

"Let's dance!"