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From how this looks so far, should this be a short fic or series???

A/n - I guess this counts as a sneak peak of the snowjanus idea I had. Idk how this shit works tbh I just write stuff. Divider by @benkeibear

A new face stands next to the dean, fading the chatter of the classroom. Casca Highbottom. Also known as the drunk idiot that allowed the annual hunger games to be created. His regular bottle of morphling left his lips freshly glossed. He hushed the room of seniors and waited for them to quiet down. Placing a reassuring hand to their elbow, beckoning an unfamiliar girl forward to introduce her to her new peers.

“Class, let me introduce you to the newest member of the capital's most prestigious academy. Y/n L/n,” The small man slurs slightly and nods at the mutters that fill his classroom. “I see some of you recognize the surname. Her mother was the one to create most of the hospitals and medical research facilities in all of panem. Helped heal a lot of people, cured an abundance of diseases. A true hero she was.”

The girl smiled shyly. Greatful for the praise her mother received even after death had taken her from the world that needed her so dearly. As she made her way up to her seat, next to Palmyra Monty, she caught a pair of chocolate orbs filled with wonder staring at her. Intrigued by the ethereal girl walking by them to go sit down, so their first class of the day can begin.

Sejanus Plinth smiles teasingly at his new peer over his shoulder and turns back to the front of the class. “Cute…” He mumbles to himself, though his blonde ‘friend’ sitting next to him doesn’t miss it. Shaking his head at the district boys nonsense.

Coriolanus Snow couldn’t be bothered to deal with romantic affairs like everyone else, but he wasn’t blind. He could see how much eye candy you were compared to most. Even the ladies were getting a little distracted as you minded your business through out the day.

A few days later it had gotten around the school that underneath the school’s modest, crimson fabric you were hiding quite the set of curves. Some of which made Arachne Crane, the senior class resident big mouth, green with obvious jealousy as she gossiped to the lunch table the boys’ so called friend group sat at. “I don’t get what you all see in her. Can someone please enlighten me on the clues I’m missing?”

She exasperated, with a frustrated huff. She was seriously letting her vanity get the best of her. And all from some new girl nobody knew anything about. Poor thing wouldn’t last two seconds in university with that kind of insecurity. Clemensia rolls her eyes at her bestie, “She’s an actually good person and is hot. I don’t get what your not getting.” Setting her head in her palm as she watched the brunette sneer at your smiling form. Unaware. Unbothered.

“Oh, please. I bet she bought that face with that will she got from her mother. Pretty sure she’d have some connections from family friends. Hell, probably got the butt lift and boob job on discount. There’s no way someone can be naturally that sculpted. Only celebrities and new mothers can have hips like that." Arachne folds her arms like a grumpy toddler that isn’t getting their way.

“So you’ve seen?” Comes Festus’ excited voice. He’d been flirting with the new girl since he could get the chance. Well he flirted with all of the girls, he was a known creep that got away with most things because of who his father was.

“All the girls have and she’s right. That girl is thicker than a bowl of oatmeal on an early Monday morning. I swear, she’s making a lot of people in the locker rooms question their sexualities. I don’t think I can handle seeing those gym shorts on her anymore.” Juno groans into her palms, earning a pat from Felix chuckling next to her.

“Well, I hear she goes to the gym not to far from here. Could just have a really good routine and… don’t kill me for thinking out loud here. Maybe she’s just that hot and you can’t handle it, Arrie. Everybody likes her except for you.” Persephone Price tuts nonchalantly. Too busy enjoying the fruit she’d gotten with her lunch to worry about her bratty friend.

Coryo turns to look behind him with an annoyed Sejanus. Leaning on the tanned boy as they watched you whisper with your friends. A huge, bright smile written across your face that mimicked the sun. Most of your chosen peers participated in some sort of artistic after school program. You had a type for creative minds they noticed. “Jeez, can you guys say one thing that’s not objectifying that poor girl? If I were her, I wouldn’t give any of you freaks the time of day.” Sej whines to the people around him. Not liking the things being said about you behind your back.

His mother would have him by his ear if he ever said such things about a young lady. Though he couldn’t help but agree to himself with some words. You were gorgeous and he’s sure you were as fit as his peers made you out to be behind that baggy uniform. That didn’t mean he’d loose all respect for you as a person the second he just so happened to notice your body looks a little more mature than most girls your age. He’d look without an ounce of shame though. He was human after all.

“She could be a model.” Coriolanus shrugs. A sarcastic twang sliding off his tongue to make his friends eye twitch and roll. In his defense, he wasn’t lying.

Suddenly, Festus perks up from his drooling over you. Yanking Felix towards the rest of boys at the table as he begins to whisper. “Almost slipped my memory, but I’m paying for another night of drinks with the boys. There’s this club downtown we’re gonna sneak into. Y’two should come. Take a break from your studies."

Coryo immediately shakes his head at the offer. Like hell he was gonna get caught shitfaced with all of these idiots. He had a reputation to uphold. Sejanus on the other hand disagrees for more innocent reasons. Him? At a club with alcohol, drugs, and half naked women everywhere. Nope. He was raised better then that. Again, Ma would take his goddamn life for even thinking about associating with that kind of environment.

Festus shakes his head at the pair of goody two shoes. Having expected them to say no to their night out. “You guys are no fun. I mean c’mon, you got laid last time we went out together, Coryo. And I don’t think anybodys gonna forget that time Sej ran down the street in his underwear with that one girl. Why not just take some time to do something fun with the bros." Felix tries to convince them. Only to make them internally cringe from their inebriated shenanigans. Both of which were drunk dares they’d regretted the second they woke up the next morning. Head pounding and eyes sore from a heavy hangover.

They’d promised themselves to never get that drunk again in their entire lives. Sejanus ran his palms over his face. The memory of running around panem in his boxers with some random girl on his back making him huff in embarrassment. “You guys aren’t ever gonna let that go are you?” He groans, rubbing his temples that were already starting to ache.

Clemensia shakes her head ‘no’ with a shrug. Like it was obvious. They were capital after all. They thrived off of gossip. Coriolanus chuckled at his shameful expression, earning a shove from the boy that thought he was his friend. “Don’t laugh! You aren’t any better either! Do you even remember that girls name?!”

The blonde tsks at the question. Hiding the fact that he was equally, if not more ashamed of his behavior. He’d gotten a reputation as a player because of that instance. Adding yet another scuff to the Snow family name. “Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’ to emphasize his faux lack of interest.

He turns his gaze back to the rest of the boys, an irritated sigh leaving his pink lips. “You guys aren’t gonna leave us the hell alone until we agree. Are you?” Festus confirms his suspicion with the shake of his head. Forcing yet another frustrated sigh from Sejanus.

***

“I can’t believe you assholes got me to do this b.s.!” Sej anxiously hides his face as he follows his male classmates through the crowd of elite men and woman. All drinking and enjoying themselves as the showgirls danced around on platforms around them. He catches a few confused gazes towards them, probably wondering why a bunch of high school seniors were in a place like this. If his Ma found out about this, he doesn’t think his father can pay him out of the ass beating he was gonna get from it.

Coriolanus pats the tanned boy’s shoulder as they make their way up the stairs to the VIP section. While his friend was only here to get out of one of his father’s boring meetings, he was a different story. One that Sejanus knew all too well. He just wanted the food the establishment served. Having not eaten a proper dinner in a hot minute. His stomach craved something other than beans and the slop the school served during lunch.

They all get seated at their table. Ordering meals and drinks once a waitress got them settled in. Dressed up in a scantily tuxedo uniform specifically designed for the caterers of the club. Nothing near as revealing as the dancers, but enough to get that tip they charmed the patrons into giving.

Everything is taken care of by Festus as promised. They enjoy the performance’s and play cards with each other. All’s great.

“Now, may I please ask for your undivided attention as we bring you our next performer,” Goes the clubs host over the speakers of the cabaret. “I present to you our youngest dancer to ever strut this marvelous stage. She’s just the cutest, she’s barely legal, but don’t let that innocent face fool you. I give you our precious, Babydoll!”

The music starts and the curtains draw back to reveal a girl in a nun costume. The boys pay her no mind as they continue their game of rummy. Until Festus has to do a double take back to her swaying form making her way through the tables. Then realization hits him in a way that makes him look at his glass of gin like it’d been spiked with something.

Urban Canville notices him and asks what his deal is. The starstruck boy just turns Urban’s head by the chin toward the dancer. His jaw dropping to the floor at the familiar face gyrating for the tables on the bottom floor. “There’s no fucking way…” He trails off. Gaining the attention of the rest of their table. They all lean in at once. A wave of shock taking over their bodies as the girls face registers in their intoxicated brains.

“Is that–“ Sej whispers to Coryo sitting next to him. He cut him off with a nod, none of them taking their eyes off of you making your way up the main stairs for performers only. “Y/n? No doubt about it."

You’d gotten rid of the robe covering the rest of your costume by now. Clad in a corset that almost lifts your breasts to your chin, ruffled panties, and a veil covering the under scarf that hides your (Hair texture) hair away. Your makeup done in a way that made you look so innocent and doll-like. Hence the stage name. It isn’t until you were right in front of your male peer’s table that you notice them. A confused expression crossing your painted face as you continue your routine. E/c eyes flicking between easily memorable faces eyeing you like candy. Before going back into character as quickly as you’d came out of it. Moving on to a new table.

“I’m not gonna be able to focus in class anymore after this.” Goes Hilarius Hevansbee, unable to take his gaze away from your ass as you bend for an older man sitting not far from the boys. Dennis Fling nods at his statement, equally as distracted by the swing of your hypnotic hips. “What is she doing here?” Florus Friend runs his fingers through the waves of his hair, pulling at the strands lightly in frustration. Clearly confused by your presence in such a scandalous place.

Coriolanus can’t ignore the pang of jealousy that slaps him in the face so suddenly. The urge to strangle everyone that looks at you so sinfully making it hard for him to keep himself together. He glances over to Sejanus. His hands clasped firmly over his mouth as his cheeks burn a bright red. His slightly drunken mind making his embarrassment more visible to anyone paying attention. He thinks his new classmate will think he’s a pervert. ‘There goes chances of even becoming friends with her.’ He can hear his voice drip with disappointment in his head.

As you prance back to the stage, ending your set, Festus gets an idea. The best idea in his humble opinion. Telling everyone he’ll be right back before scurrying off somewhere underneath the multicolored lights of the club. He comes back shortly after with a cheshire-like grin. Throwing back the rest of his drink before he speaks to the rest of the group.

“We’ve got a private room with a special someone in about an hour and a half. It’s for the rest of the night. So, prepare for the night of your preppy lives.”

***

The boys find themselves lounging in a comfy private room. Decorated with red silks and velvet like the rest of the luxurious club. They talk and drink amongst themselves as they wait for their entertainment to come and join them.

And boy is she a sight for sore eyes. You step in wearing a cream colored silk robe. It hung low on your cleavage and stopped just before your bum. You had tiny pearls glued to the corners of your eyes with your new babydoll looking makeup. Matching pearl embellished heels that add a good foot to your height. It’s exactly what you looked like. A sexy doll. Too delicate and innocent to touch but tempting enough to do so anyway. A walking dangerous game.

“Who asked for me?” Is all you can muster. Sejanus catches the anger hidden under the professionalism in your e/c orbs. He just knows you would rather not be here as much as he does. Should’ve just went to that stupid meeting with his father.

The Creed son perks up. Raising a hand to grab your attention. “I did of course. Sorry, I just couldn’t let a fine woman such as yourself go without having a closer look at such artistic beauty you display.” There’s a slight frown. A blink and you’ll miss it moment. You’re not amused by the guy that’s been perving on you since you started your classes at the academy. Not one bit. He takes your hand and places a grimy kiss atop your knuckles. A sickly sweet smile trying to hide the disgust you have for him. “So,” You begin your charm. Sliding into his lap and making sure to keep him in your siren-like stare. “You’re the one that’s going to give me a nice hefty tip for compensation, right?”

He quirks a brow at the odd words. His drunken brain amused by your nonsensical question. “And what will I be compensating for?” He chuckles. Giddy smile growing when your hand makes contact with his chest. “Taking away my agency to choose. Of course.” You state simply. He, as well as the rest of your male classmates, frown at your answer. But before anything is said, you clarify, “You and I both know somebody in this room is going to tell someone at the academy about my employment here. And you also know academy students thrive off of the rumor mill. So, you’ll pay me good and I’ll make this worth your while. Or you don’t…” You pause. Lifting your leg to cross over your knee and letting your robe slide up your thighs slightly. “And I’ll be on my merry way.”

An ultimatum. Oh she’s good. Coriolanus shakes his head at the authoritative confidence you display over the situation. You weren’t going to have your dignity snatched away from you so easily and he liked that. It didn’t take much intimidating either. As the ginger places a stack of cash in your palm. You smile kindly. Counting out the bills in your hands, then looking back at him with an expectant smirk.

“200k? C’mon, you can do better then that. Two hundred more and I’ll take this off. I bet it’s killing you to know what I got on under here.” Holding out your freehand, you wait for your payment. Earning an amused eye roll from the boy your sitting on. He takes out the bills and gives them up. “You’re a pricey one aren’t cha?” He heaves when you stand up immediately upon snatching the money from the rich pervert.

Tossing the cash into the pouch you brought with you to hold your earnings. “Such a pleasure to do business with you, Mister Creed. But I have to be. We do tip outs here, so I have to split not only with Boss Man, but with the security, house mom, bartender, waitstaff, the band, etc etc. The more I manage to make the better it is for the whole club. Hope there’s no hard feelings, darlin’. I’m just working at the end of the day.”

You ramble on, stepping over to the record player and placing the needle down to begin your routine. “Now enough about me. I’m gonna go over some rules then we can hop straight into the fun part.” You start to explain.

Climbing onto the platform in the middle of the room. In front of a pole as you turn away from the boys curious eyes. “Number one. I’m a dancer not a hooker. There’s a brothel not too far from here if your looking for those kinds of services, but we don’t offer them here.” You pull your hair onto one shoulder. Looking over the other one at them as you untie the belt to your robe slowly. “Two, patience and manners. Your all big enough to know better about that I assume.” Peeling the fabric past your shoulders, you roll it down your back. Taunting them with how leisurely you show off the skimpy lingerie made completely of pearls. So you had a theme. “And finally, número tres. You can touch me all over, but my face and here…” Bending down to slide your robe over the meat of your ass and drop it to the floor. You place a your hand between your legs. Over top your most intimate area covered in a silky cream thong. “Is a no no.”

Standing back up to your full height, you turn your body in their direction finally. Showcasing the pearly pasties covering your areolas from their lustful eyes. “Break the first two and you’ll be put out of the club and banned for a month. Break the last one and my guard outside that door will give you a lead bullet to chew on. We take the safety of our dancers very seriously here at Roja Dior and I would really hate the inconvenience if you did. So, have I made myself clear boys?”

They all nod. A few groans and hungry ‘yes ma’am’s’ echoing through out the dimly lit room.(to be continued…)

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