The winners show

"The winners show, of course!" her stylist answered happily, beaming at her. "If you want to have a shower, I'll get your outfit ready."

Katniss hurried into the bathroom, relieved that she would finally be allowed to wear clothes again. If she thought she'd be able to hide from her stylist in the bathroom, she was wrong. The door had been removed and the shower had been positioned in line with the empty door frame, meaning anyone walking past would be able to see straight through the transparent shower screen. Fortunately, her stylist was too preoccupied at the moment to pay her much attention.

Katniss rubbed shampoo through her dishevelled hair and scrubbed her skin until all signs of the Arena had been removed. The water also removed all the scratches she had accumulated, meaning that when she finished her skin was flawless.

Katniss switched off the shower and stepped out into the bathroom, looking around for a towel but seeing none. With her arms firmly back across her body, Katniss shuffled out into the main living area, shivering violently and dripping water everywhere.

"D-do y-you have a t-towel?" Katniss stuttered.

"Don't worry about that," her stylist said, dismissively. "Come and take a seat."

Katniss sat down on the proffered chair, the wood cool against her bare skin. She instincively tried to pull her knees up to her chest, but her stylist told her to keep her feet on the floor.

Over the next hour or so, her stylist slowly worked his way around her body, accompanied by a constant stream of babble. While he was clearly enjoying himself, Katniss hated it.

Why did he have to be a man? It hadn't been so bad when he was fixing her hair, but it had been humiliating when she had to move her hands to let him trim her nails and apply varnish. Katniss was then required to hold her hands out while it dried, meaning that her breasts where on full display!

"What are you doing?!" Katniss demanded as he pushed her legs gently apart, her face glowing.

"There's nothing to worry about," he giggled. "I just need to make sure you look the part for tonight, especially after what you got up to," he finished with a knowing wink. Katniss' embarrassment skyrocketed; she knew exactly what he was referring to.

"There, all ready!" he announced a short while later. "You look perfect!"

Katniss didn't feel perfect. She was still slightly damp from her shower and shivering violently. She tried to cover herself with her hands, only for her stylist to admonish her (don't do that, you'll ruin your make-up!).

After spending most of the day being prepared for tonight, Katniss was very much looking forward to getting dressed, not to mention using the toilet and eating something. But when Katniss asked for her dress, her stylist simply laughed.

"Don't be silly!" he laughed. "That's what you're going to be wearing tonight."

Katniss' face fell.

"B-but I-I'm n-naked!" she exclaimed, fear in her voice.

"What's wrong with that?" her stylist asked, not understanding why she was embarrassed.

Before she could answer, a deeper, powerful voice interjected.

"Yes, Miss Everdeen, what is wrong with that?"

Katniss gasped and threw her hands across herself, despite her stylist's protestations, as President Snow entered the room. Her skin crawled under the look he gave her.

"Lower your hands."

"N-no!" Katniss protested; she wasn't going to show anything to this old pervert!

One of the President's aides appeared and handed him an electronic tablet. He showed Katniss a screen with a number of faces on.

Prim...Gale...her mom...Peeta...

All the people she cared about back home.

"I will make you a deal, Miss Everdeen," the president said. "No harm will come to your loved ones if you do what I say. As a winner of the Games, I officially name this apartment as your new home here in the Capitol, but for a price. You will attend whichever functions, parties and events with me that I ask you to, and make no attempt to cover yourself while you do; after all, most of my guests will be there to see you. If I have a single suspicion that you are acting embarrassed and trying to hide, I won't hesitate in hurting your family and friends.

"Starting tonight. Now drop. Your. Hands."

Biting back tears, Katniss slowly lowered her hands. President Snow's aide stared open mouthed at the beautiful young woman in front of him. All Katniss wanted to do was cross her arms over her chest, to run to her bed and hide under the covers, but she **** herself to keep her limbs still.

"Excellent."

President Snow smirked at her, relishing her embarrassment. If the rebels wanted a leader, they wouldn't find one here. He turned to address her stylist.

"Is she ready?"

"Y-yes, President Snow," he said nervously.

"Wait! I err...need the toilet," Katniss said awkwardly, holding her stomach as it let out a low rumble.

"But Katniss, you don't want to ruin your outfit," her stylist replied. "I'm sure you can hold it."

xxx

5 minutes later, Katniss found herself stood silently in an elevator with President Snow, awkwardly looking down at her small, bare feet, shivering.

President Snow smirked at the naked, clearly embarrassed female next to him. She was shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot, the rumble of her stomach echoing loudly around the small elevator.

"I'm sure you'll perform perfectly tonight, Miss Everdeen," he said as the lift opened and he left her with a waiting group of stylists. "For your family's sake."

Katniss was quickly hurried through a cold, draughty corridor, sending goosebumps erupting all over her skin.

"Are you sure I can't use the toilet? I'll be really quick!" she asked hopefully. But no one was listening.

Katniss found herself stood in the wings of a stage. Caesar Flickerman was addressing an unseen audience, clips of the Games playing in the background.

She wanted to run. Somewhere, anywhere but here. She was completely, utterly, 100% naked. There was not a thread of fabric on her; she hadn't even been given shoes! Her legs wobbled with fear and only the thought of Prim kept her from running.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to welcome to the stage the winner of the 75th Annual Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen, the Girl on Fire!"

Katniss felt a push in the small of her back, and found herself walking across a brightly lit stage, every single eye and camera looking at her.