After herding her Tributes into the Crowning venue and making sure that they were properly fussed over and participating appropriately, Porrim takes a moment to wander around. She's felt uncomfortably nervous about this Crowning ever since watching the Arena finale--knowing what was likely coming forced her to re-analyze the little chance discovery she'd made about herself, thanks to her Tributes. And now, looking around at the stained glass images hanging around the temple, she just feels ill. The image of the Signless and the troll called the Dolorosa in particular is haunting, because she looks into the face of the woman in the image and can't help but see the similarities.

She spends much of the Crowning in this manner, looking around contemplatively. She's dressed in a sweeping gown of black velvet, a slit up the side going all the way to her waist, with nary a trace of a pair of underwear showing through, and to accent it, a bright blue belt made of metal chain, draped across her hips. Her hair is knotted atop her head elegantly, and she keeps a pair of round black sunglasses on her face at all time--whether it's a fashion statement, or to hide the panic and fear in her expression is a mystery.

But when she's approached, she makes an effort. To seem normal, to talk and laugh and celebrate appropriately. Just like a normal Capitolite would. She knows, of course, what the end of the evening holds, but she's been instructed to keep her mouth shut about it, of course.