[PREQUEL TO RADIANCE]
❝you have one job: convince me, or you may find yourself in the rubble of a ruin that was your own making.❞
ontari nightfall is the newest victor for the capitol to add to their list. she'd heard about the horrors that come wit...
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BEFORE SHE'S ALLOWED TO go home, Ontari has one more appointment. She walks into the sitting room of the eighth floor in the Tribute Center to see a flawless-looking blonde woman perched delicately on one of the plush chairs against the wall. She looks to be in her mid-twenties with sleek hair held away from her face by an enormous butterfly hair clip, the color matching the fiery orange shade of her tight-fitting dress and the eyeshadow framing her baby-blue eyes. Her many golden bracelets clang together as she rises gracefully to her stiletto-clad feet upon Ontari's arrival.
"Oh, you're even more beautiful in person!" she gushes in the typical Capitol accent that makes her sound pretty ridiculous. She stretches her arms out for a hug that Ontari accepts only because she has to. The woman has a citrus scent that clings to her skin– one that Ontari immediately loves. When they pull away, she smiles at the teenager with perfect teeth framed by a neutral lip color that draws attention to her bold eye makeup. "How silly of me to not introduce myself. My name is Eytelia and I've been assigned to be your agent."
Ontari furrows her brow. "What exactly does that mean, again?"
"Well, you didn't think you'd be keeping track of all your customers yourself, did you?" Eytelia questions as if her confusion is ludicrous, sinking back down on the purple armchair and motioning to the identical one beside her. "Sit, darling. We have much to discuss."
She does as she's told and plops into the plush chair– an action that immediately makes the blonde woman frown. "It looks like I have loads of work to do." She smiles again, reaching into an enormous white handbag and producing a sleek tablet. Her manicured nails clack on the screen as she types. "Now, first thing's first. What type of customers will you be catering to?"
"Type of..." Ontari's eyes widen. "Are you asking about my sexuality?"
"Of course," Eytelia responds without missing a beat as if they're discussing the weather. "I need to know what kind of people to assign to you, darling."
"Oh, um– well, I'm bisexual."
Eytelia's entire face brightens as if that's the best thing she's heard all day. "Are you really? Oh, that is wonderful news! President Snow will be delighted to hear that you can reign in all across the spectrum. Second: do you have experience?"
Her cheeks burn, though she isn't sure why she's so embarrassed by this fact. Maybe it's because she knows that she'll have to– oh, God. She'd forgotten why Eytelia is here. It's not only because she needs to help Ontari with her image, but they also need to prepare her for her first assignment: her test with Finnick Odair.
Eytelia glances up when Ontari doesn't immediately respond. Her features glaze over the obvious panic on her face, assuming it's mere shame at her utter lack of what she'd called 'experience.' She places the tablet in her lap with a gentle frown. "Oh, honey, it's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of– you're so young, anyway. We just have to make sure none of your patrons know about it, alright?"
