She takes it

Tiffany stared at the ring on her finger for far longer than she knew she should have. It should be an easy choice 'Just take it off Tiff' she thought to herself, 'win or lose you'll get it back at the end of the games.' But when she grabbed the diamond ring in her fingers she found she didn't have the will to pull it off. 'It can't be considered clothes! It doesn't cover anything!' some irrational part of her mind screamed.

Somehow, someway, some-fashion, the irrational part of her brain won out.

"Fuck it." She cursed and closed her left hand into a fist. 'So much for doing whatever it takes to win.' she thought to herself before she shook off that thought, 'I AM willing to do whatever it takes to win!'

With the ring still on her finger, she grabbed her bag and bolted out the door.