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"Don't be ashamed, Miss Rebecca," Julianne said as she sat down and actually grabbed a plate of food. Picking up a fork, she added, "There's a lot of things I can do for women, too." Without any further elaboration, she took a bite of sourdough toast.

"Well, time isn't an issue for you now, in any case," Julianne said, smiling in between bites of steak and eggs, "So if the desire to try it comes up, you know where to find me. I'd love to be your first."

"He likes it, because it doesn't happen all the time," Julianne said matter-of-factly, "It wouldn't be special if it did. He used to come here every couple of months at the most frequent, for about a week at a time, and it wouldn't happen but maybe once each visit. I don't know if EVERY woman enjoyed it AS MUCH as we did, but I DO know that none of them didn't enjoy it AT ALL." She began flushing a little bit remembering some of those encounters; it was very clear that she REALLY enjoyed them.

Julianne took another bite, then looked at Rebecca curiously. "Is there anything else, or could I have a turn asking a few questions, Miss Rebecca?" she asked, somewhat shyly; she didn't want to seem to forward, but Rebecca wasn't the only curious woman the room.

"First of all, what are you trying to get out of life?" Julianne asked, suddenly very serious as she ate more of the food. "Or, more accurately, do you know what you want?"

Julianne nodded thoughtfully. "That's an honest answer. I can accept that." Julianne smiled, cutting a little more steak. "It's funny, really. I was in that same place about six years ago, until Mr. Savage first stayed here. I was doing my best to earn a good tip, and flirting wasn't hard, since he IS incredibly good-looking. He flirted back, and was also giving me some great tips. Better tips than I'd ever gotten before, really." She became more thoughtful as she recounted, forgetting that she had wanted to ask more questions.

"When he... Heh, well, I guess the proper term is 'propositioned' me, originally, I was insulted. I thought he was treating me like a prostitute that he'd paid in advance with his tips. I literally told him that he wasn't going to buy his way into my skirt and walked out of the room on him. But, the next morning, I was still on-duty, so I had to go back up to his room. I gave him his breakfast and started to walk out, thinking that since I turned him down, I wasn't getting a tip. But, he stopped me, and gave me an even bigger tip than before, smiling the whole time. I was dumbfounded, and he certainly noticed, because he said that it was refreshing to have someone stand up to him, even if it was over a misunderstanding." Julianne laughed out loud. Hindsight had made this a happy memory.

"I had a friend that worked there. Said Cobblepot's a jerk," Julianne replied, once again becoming serious, no longer making eye contact. The reason for her demeanor was soon very clear. "It was one of the last things she said to me before she was found dead in her apartment. She was... Posed, with a man I'd seen her with before. He was also dead and posed. The murder weapon was never found. Same with the killer, but the police said the M.O. matched some guy named Sass or Zass or something. I don't really remember. I just know that I miss her she was a good woman. Sure, it also turned out that the two of them had been having sex at the time of death, and she was married to another guy, but still. She was my friend."

She raised her head, her eyes meeting Rebecca's again. "You're the first person I've really spoken to about it. Just... Just don't tell Mr. Savage. Please."

"I'm not sure that's entirely true," Julianne replied slowly, "I think I remember Megan saying that he had some sort of 'no clowns' rule. Sounded to me like he'd turn down the Joker, even if he was the richest guy in the world."