She shows them her tits

Katniss's mind races as she considers her options. She knows she needs to play along, to give the tributes what they want if she hopes to survive this encounter. Now that her shirt lays on the ground, the brunette tribute is in just a dark coloured sports bra and tight black leggings.

With a deep breath, she knows what she has to do, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her sports bra, letting it fall to the ground.

The tributes' eyes widen as they take in the sight of her bare breasts, their gazes hungry and predatory. Katniss fights the urge to cover herself, instead standing up tall and meeting their stares with a defiant glare.

The brunette had such nice perky breasts, her rosy pink nipples begin to harden, not because of the situation but because of the breeze that’s hitting her bare skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “A little show from the 'slut' of District 12?”

The District 3 tribute licks his lips, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts. Katniss shivers at his touch, but doesn't pull away.

“Mmm, nice,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over her nipple. “But I think we deserve more than just a peek.”

Katniss bites back a retort, instead arching her back slightly to give him better access. She can see the look in Reynold's eyes, the bow still trained on her but his grip loosening ever so slightly, he’s just as hypnotised with her breasts as his fellow tribute.

She turns her attention back to the District 3 tribute, her hand now trailing down his chest. “More than a peek… what are you suggesting? I’m open…”

The tribute's eyes darken with desire, his grip on her breast tightening. Katniss can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles beneath her fingers. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, but she has no choice. She needs to keep them distracted, to buy herself some time.

“Come on, boys,” she coaxes, her voice breathy. “Don't you want to have some fun?”