Porrim loves a good crowning; it's a great excuse to dress up in something extravagant, have a few drinks, and socialize--and get paid for it. The irony that the last crowning had ended in her taking a Tribute home isn't lost on her, considering that said Tribute is gone now and she's probably going to be punished for her indiscretions any day now. So she's got to play it safe tonight. She knows this, and yet she's picked the most scandalous dress she owns to wear. In keeping with the theme, it's nature-themed, but mostly it involves a whole lot of sheer, shimmery fabric and three strategically placed jade-green floral appliques. It shows a whole lot of body, including the full extent of her tattoos: intricate floral designs, the phases of the moon spanning the front of her ribcage, symbols of womanhood and fertility, skulls, roses, a huge pirate ship on one thigh; there's an awful lot to look at, if you don't feel too awkward to stare. Her hair is set into long, perfect waves down to her waist, her makeup flawless as usual, jade green contacts in her eyes.

The long train of her dress has her staying in one spot quite a bit; she makes a habit of standing and sipping a drink in advantageous places around the room, so as not to have to maneuver the train around too much. When she does move, people tend to part in her wake, giving her plenty of room to walk. She keeps an eye on her Tributes like a good Escort, pausing to talk to coworkers and friends and acquaintances alike. She spends awhile seated near one of the small, babbling pools, nibbling at a plate full of "exotic" food from Tom's homeland and enjoying the scenery. It's nice, for someone who's only ever seen the inside of the Capitol, to be somewhere she's at once indoors and given over to nature. Porrim's in a surprisingly good mood; hopefully nobody will set out to sour it.