@stellapiston
After she’d gone on a stroll so to scan the rest of the arena as well, armed with four knives and steel bravery, Regan returned to her newly found home, with an affected look on her face before approaching Stella, looking for a dramatic effect. “Stella, my star, but this is terrible news. We all have cabins... like, rooms for each tribute, you see? That’s what the keys are for, but the thing is that yours is in a whole different wing, which looks dreadful. But don’t worry. We won’t support such discrimination. You are one of us, just like us and this....” Regan moved to take one of the keys on which the number ONE was carved on, pressing it against Stella’s palm meaningfully. “... and you should sleep with us. Don’t worry about the tribute from One.” She grinned, proudly. “He won’t need his key. It’s yours now.” God, how she hoped it would impress the public and show everybody how tight their alliance was.
