Katniss is the star of the show!

Katniss walked briskly over to Caesar Flickerman, ignoring the cheers and whistles from the crowd and the frenzy of camera flashes. As she sat down on the couch, she saw that her hands were shaking.

Looking back, Katniss never knew how she made it through that night without breaking down. She answered all of Caesar's questions with a smile on her face, trying to pretend that there wasn't a huge room of people gazing enraptured at her naked body; women who wanted to be her, men who wanted to be with her. Katniss kept her hand folded together on her lap to stop her from throwing them over her breasts, which thanks to the light smattering of glitter make-up that had been applied by her stylist, sparkled under the bright studio lights. The nude brunette hadn't even been aware that she had been digging her nails sharply into her thighs with the effort of not crying until she got back to her apartment later that night and saw the marks she had made.

Katniss focused all of her nervous energy into the heel of her bare left foot, which she taped repeatedly on the glass stage. She occasionally shifted her posture on the couch in an attempt to temporarily placate her swollen bladder.

Eventually, the question she had been dreading finally came.

"Katniss, that final kill was one of the most dramatic and exciting endings we've seen to a Hunger Games and I think you know why!" he chuckled, to whistles from the crowd.

"Oh, err...yes...that," Katniss laughed, blushing crimson and pushing a loose strand of hair back into position. "That was err...unexpected..."

"Although you never did answer her question," Caesar asked. "Katniss? Are you a virgin?"

Katniss' face paled. Was she really being asked this question on national television?!

"Y-yes, I am," she announced trying to keep her voice steady.

That brought the loudest cheer yet. The naked, beautiful victor from District 12 was even more desirable than before; a perfect specimen, still pure and untainted.

"Settle down, settle down!" Caesar called out. "I'm sure we'll all be following Miss Everdeen's exploits here in the Capitol closely!"

Caesar paused, holding a finger to his ear.

"In fact, I can announce that we will all be taking this journey with Katniss together! Panem TV has been granted special access to Katniss' sex life, so you will be the first to know when Katniss does indeed lose her virginity. Furthermore, thanks to special cameras, everyone in the room tonight will be granted an exclusive code to watch the event live!"

Katniss would never know how she didn't break down right then and there. Not only was President Snow stripping her of her clothes, he was also denying her privacy in what one be one of the most personal and intimate moments of her life.

The show came to an end when President Snow himself appeared on stage to present the crown to Katniss. Standing up, Katniss walked shakily up the makeshift dais to were President Snow was waiting. This gave the cameras the perfect opportunity to capture her behind, the only part of her that they had not seen that night.

"Very good, Miss Everdeen," Snow said in a quiet voice only she could hear. She flinched as he wiped away a tear from her cheek with one finger. "Oh, don't cry now, you won't have to let anyone see if you abstain. And think about it; your popularity will only increase if you stay frigid." He placed the crown on her head before stroking one cheek and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Katniss couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't believe how cruel and wicked this man was. She had two choices: stay a virgin for life, or lose her virginity in front of hundreds watching on camera. But, Katniss realised in horror, she would have **** but to make a sex tape. Surely the longer, she abstained, the worse it made her look. What if she went years without having sex, just to make sure she didn't have to make a sex tape? The oldest virgin in Panem...and everyone would know it! Your first time was supposed to be special and a moment to share with your partner...but she would be sharing it with hundreds watching on camera!

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Finally, it was over. Standing up and waving to the crowd once more, Katniss walked off stage and into the relative safety of the wings.

"Oh, well done, well done!" One of the stylists cried as everyone applauded her. With President Snow and the cameras out of sight, Katniss risked throwing her arms across her chest. After all, Snow had only said she had to expose herself in front of him and his guests and on TV. The stylists all giggled when they saw how flustered and embarrassed Katniss was. A young male aide appeared at Katniss' elbow. Why did Snow insist on surrounding her with men?

"Miss Everdeen, President Snow has asked if you would like to join him and some of his closest advisers for a private dinner to celebrate your success in the Arena. He told me to tell you that you are under no obligation to attend and would understand if you would rather retire to your room after the stressful few days you've had."

Katniss shifted awkwardly from one bare foot to the other, considering Snow's offer. She wanted nothing more than to return to her room and finally escape everyone; and if President Snow had given her permission, surely she was OK to do that?

But what if it was a test? Snow wanted her to appear comfortable and confident with her nudity and turning him down may arouse suspicion. But could she really put herself through another few hours of this humiliating ordeal?