Gotham Memoirs: 3-20 Tit for Tat

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I'm dressed to the nines for Juliano's banquet. Juliano is in a surprisingly good mood, and makes an outrageous demand in front of Mr. Puzo.

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Dialogue Choices

Oh no, what should I do...

• Give in to Juliano
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• Reject Juliano
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Transcript

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• Even after I return to the Sparrow Room, the terrifying scene remains etched in my brain.
• Juliano visits the club every day, and I keep him company. Every time I see him...
• I'm reminded of what happened that day.
• Three days pass before I manage to recover... Or perhaps I've just grown numb.
• You: Tonight I have to accompany Juliano to the banquet. Time to get ready...

• Just as I'm about to enter the dressing room, I see two girls inside.
• It's Lily and Catherine. They appear to be discussing something.
• Judging from their expressions, it's not a fun topic.
• Lily: Catherine, what do you think of Lisa?

• Catherine: Lisa? I haven't talked to her much... but I think we'll get along.

• Lily: Hmph, that's where you're wrong! How are you so naive?

• Lily: She may look prim and proper, but she's in fact a shameless chippy!

• You: (Chippy? Goodness... is she talking about me?)

• Catherine: Really? Sure doesn't look like it.

• Lily: Well, how do you think she hooked Juliano?

• Catherine: But... isn't it common for men like him to hook up with a showgirl?

• Lily: Even Mrs. Molly has to tread carefully around him! He doesn't get hooked that easily!

• Lily: And that little chippy didn't just get Juliano, she's got two men fighting over her...

• Catherine: Maybe Lisa's just their type?

• Lily: You're such a simpleton. Natasha and Darya are merely her stepping stones to the top!

• Lily: And if you're not careful, you'll turn into one of her pawns too.

• Catherine frowns. Clearly, Lily's words are having an effect on her.
• You: (How could she spout such nonsense behind my back? Darn it...)

• Lily: I'll tell you another secret. Darya lost her chance on stage because of this little chippy!

• Catherine: What? But I remember her pleading for Darya that day.

• Lily: Think about it, who replaced Darya?

If Darya was sent to The Basement

• I can't bear listening to her slander me any longer. I rush into the dressing room.
• You: Lily, what are you saying!

• Lily and Catherine are both shocked at my sudden appearance. They stare at me, dumbstruck.
• You: I don't care if you heard these rumours or made them up.

• You: Let me tell you once and for all, they aren't true.

• You: You better watch your mouth.

• Lily: Lisa, y-you were eavesdropping.

• You: You've been gossiping so loudly, I didn't need to eavesdrop.

• Lily glares at me, her face turning red.
• Lily: I... I'm not making this up! It's all true!

• You: (It's going to be tough getting her to admit she's making things up...)

• You: (Perhaps I should try... scaring her! Let's see if she dares to continue spouting nonsense.)

• You: Really? Why don't I get Mr. Juliano to investigate? I'm sure he'll be eager to help.

• Lily tries to avoid my gaze, and shrinks back a little.
• Lily: G-get Mr. Juliano to investigate?

• You: Yes. How do you think he'll punish you if he finds out you've been spreading rumours?

• Lily's face turns pale.
• Catherine: ...Lisa, please don't tell Mr. Juliano, okay? Lily didn't mean it--

• Lily: Y-you stinking chipper, don't think you can bully me just because you have Mr. Juliano backing you up!

• You: (Goodness, who started it first?)

• Lily: You're just a plaything. Once Mr. Juliano is done with you...

• Lily: You'll be banished to the "basement", just like Darya!

• Lily: Let's see if you're still so smug when you're getting tortured down there!

• She leaves in a rage. Catherine manages to force an awkward smile before leaving as well.
• I stand in the empty dressing room, thinking about what Lily said.
• You: (I recall Natasha telling me that the "basement" is the underground brothel of one of Mrs. Molly's lackeys.)

• You: (After hearing what Lily had to say, the "basement" sure sounds like hell on earth.)

• I think about the moment Darya was dragged away, and feel a sudden tinge of regret.
• You: If only I pled for her, she wouldn't have to go there.

If you rescued Darya

• I can't bear listening to her slander me any longer. I'm about to go confront her when...
• Someone emerges from the shadows behind me and strides into the dressing room.
• Darya: Lily, what are you saying!

• You: (I didn't notice her behind me at all...)

• Lily: Darya?

• Darya is slightly taller than Lily. She glances down at her.
• Darya: You better watch your mouth. Don't let me catch you gossiping again!

• Catherine: Lily didn't mean to--

• Lily: Darya, I was talking about that little chippy. It's none of your business!

• Unwilling to admit defeat, Lily stepped forward. The atmosphere is tense.
• You: (They're not about to fight, are they?)

• You: (Darya's standing up for me. I can't just stand here and do nothing...)

• I walk into the dressing room and stand next to Darya.
• You: You're spinning lies about me. And that's certainly my business.

• Lily: Lisa? H-how long have you been eavesdropping?

• You: You've been gossiping so loudly, I didn't need to eavesdrop.

• Lily glares at me, her face turning red.
• Lily: I... I'm not making this up! It's all true!

• Darya sneers at her.
• Darya: Lisa helped me, so I let her get on stage. That's what really happened!

• Lily: Alright, I see how it is. You two little chippies are ganging up on me.

• Lily: Darya, I'll have the last laugh when you're banished to the "basement"!

• Lily: And you, Lisa, you're just a plaything for those men. You won't be smug for long!

• She leaves in a rage. Catherine manages to force an awkward smile before leaving as well.
• This powderkeg of an argument has finally ceased. I smile sheepishly at Darya.
• You: Thank you.

• Darya: It's nothing... I just didn't want to hear her gossip.

• You: Don't take what she said to heart... If it ever happens, I'll plead for you too.

• Darya sighs heavily, then turns to look at me sadly.
• Darya: Lisa, you're growing closer to Juliano.

• You: Yes, what's wrong?

• Darya: Mafia men are scum. Please... don't get cheated by them.

• You: (Why is she telling me this all of a sudden? Has something happened to her before...)

• I look at her quizzically and Darya avoids my gaze.
• Darya: I didn't mean anything, just... if you make them unhappy, you could be banished to the basement.

• All I know of the basement is what Natasha told me that day.
• You: (I wonder if Darya knows more?)

• You: Basement? Where's that?

• Darya looks terrified. She pulls me into a corner of the dressing room.
• Darya: That's Juliano's underground brothel. Disobedient girls are sent there.

• Darya: Some of the people there aren't even showgirls, but they get sent there anyway.

• You: What? How did they get banished to the "basement"?

• Darya purses her lips, and doesn't answer my question.
• Darya: ...That's all I know. You better watch your back.

• She quickly leaves the dressing room, ignoring my pleas for her to stay.
• Darya is gone, but what she said leaves me in deep thought.
• You: (Ordinary women in the brothel... They must have been trafficked.)

• The thought of it makes me shudder.
• You: (Looks like I'll have to find out more from Juliano when I get the chance.)

• You: Time to go. Let me change into something suitable.

• Juliano looks like he's in a good mood.
• He takes me to a club even more luxurious than the Sparrow Room.
• Everyone stares at us when we enter the lobby. I have a feeling... that tonight will be rather unusual.

• Juliano and I sit in a loveseat further from the stage.
• The jazz band is playing the latest hits, the low voice of the singer reverberating from afar.
• Francesco Juliano: Babe, do you know what day it is?

• You: No. Is it... your birthday?

• Francesco Juliano: Haha, you're so adorable and silly. Of course not.

• You: Then what is it...?

• You: Oh! I know, did you close another big deal?

• Francesco Juliano: Close, but no cigar.

• You: Don't keep people guessing, just say it.

• Juliano sets down the champagne, stands up, and grabs my hand.
• Francesco Juliano: Follow me.

• You: Where are we going?

• Francesco Juliano: Babe, don't ask so many questions. Just follow me.

• With his arm gripping me tightly around my waist, Juliano pulls me across the hall.
• And I spot that man in an obscure corner...

• Come to think of it, I haven't seen Mr. Puzo in days.
• The sight of him reminds me of the intimate moment I shared with him that day...
• I peer intently at his face, and notice that he seems incredibly exhausted.
• Francesco Juliano: Yo, Vitto! Why are you sitting here? I could spot you from a mile away.

• Vittorio Puzo: Of course I'd be here. Congratulations, Frank.

• Juliano sits down opposite Mr. Puzo. I sit beside Juliano.
• Juliano wraps his right arm around me, stroking my shoulder possessively.
• Francesco Juliano: Haha, thanks.

• Francesco Juliano: Lisa, say hi to Mr. Puzo.

• Juliano behaving so intimately with me in front of Mr. Puzo... makes me feel rather uncomfortable.
• You: Mr. Puzo, hi.

• Francesco Juliano: Hey, babe, why are you so shy? You weren't like this a few days ago.

• Juliano motions me to sit in his lap.
• While all of this is going on, I glance at Mr. Puzo. His expression remains the same.
• I take a deep breath and sit on Juliano's lap.
• Francesco Juliano: Vitto, you think I've trained this girl well?

• Francesco Juliano: She doesn't just have a pretty face. Even the parts you don't see are good too...

• He says as he pinches my butt.
• I know "Lisa" is just Juliano's plaything.
• But the way he's showing me off to Mr. Puzo makes me feel a little sick.
• You: (Dammit, Juliano! I wouldn't put up with this if I weren't investigating you...)

• You: Come on darling, don't be like this... Mr. Puzo is watching.

• Juliano ignores my complaints and pinches me even harder.
• Francesco Juliano: Oh, I almost forgot. Vitto , the last time we were at the Sparrow Room, you mentioned you liked Lisa, right?

• Francesco Juliano: Hahaha, sadly Lisa chose me in the end. How unfortunate.

• Juliano holds my chin with one hand, his face inching closer--
• I freeze as I see his lips coming closer.
• I look at Mr. Puzo out of the corner of my eye. He's staring at us.
• I've known from the start that an increasingly intimate relationship with Juliano is unavoidable.
• But it's a bitter pill to swallow when I have to do it in front of Mr. Puzo.
• You: (Oh no, what should I do...)

Give in to Juliano

• Things have progressed so quickly, it's too late to turn back now.
• You: (To be honest, I'd rather kiss a pig!)

• I stop looking at Mr. Puzo, and caress Juliano's neck instead, offering my lips up to him.
• Juliano smugly kisses me.

Reject Juliano

• You: Aw, please don't, Mr. Juliano. There are strangers here.

• I push him away, pretending to be shy.
• But I didn't expect Juliano to be so strong. I don't dare to push hard either, and he insists on leaning in.
• When his lips almost touch mine, he says something under his breath.
• It's a message just for me.
• Francesco Juliano: Babe, if you don't want to die, don't reject me.

• My back is instantly covered in cold sweat.
• I awkwardly put my hands around his neck as he forces a kiss upon my lips.

• For several seconds, all you can hear in this tiny corner are wet smooching sounds.
• Juliano is kissing me passionately with one arm around my waist.
• His other hand is groping my chest, and he is about to reach inside my dress--
• The sudden sound of glass shattering startles him.
• He pushes me away coldly, glaring at Mr. Puzo.
• I look to the side, and notice that a champagne glass is lying on the floor in pieces.
• Francesco Juliano: Vitto, what's the meaning of this?

• You: (Did Mr. Puzo break the glass? Why did he do this...)

• Sticking by Juliano and becoming his lover is something we both agreed to.
• I've always thought I'm imagining things whenever I felt like he has feelings for me.
• You: (Did he break the glass because he couldn't bear watching us?)

• Vittorio Puzo: Frank, you bumped the table by accident.

• Juliano stares silently at Mr. Puzo. His face is unreadable.
• I remain silent as well. There's a terrible, hollow feeling within me.
• Vittorio Puzo: Alright Frank, you have fun. I have to make a move.

• Francesco Juliano: Vitto, have I not been a good host? You're leaving so soon.

• Vittorio Puzo: You know, I have business to settle.

• Francesco Juliano: Alright, some other time then.

• After Mr. Puzo leaves, Juliano ignores me and walks back to his seat without a word.

• Juliano is holding me by the waist while watching the performance emotionlessly.
• You: (Is he still upset by Mr. Puzo's actions earlier?)

• You: (Maybe this is my chance to get him to like me more...)

• You: Darling, you haven't told me what day it is today!

• Francesco Juliano: Lisa, I don't want to talk about ti.

• You: Are you unhappy because our moment was ruined?

• You: Actually...

• You: I couldn't control myself while kissing you, and I accidentally bumped the table. My hip still hurts!

• Francesco Juliano: Really?

• You: Of course, why would I lie to you, darling?

• Juliano considers it briefly before relaxing.
• Francesco Juliano: Hmph, I guess he wouldn't dare...

• You: Darling, you don't like Mr. Puzo?

• Francesco Juliano: Well, actually I want to kill him.

• You: Kill him?

• Francesco Juliano: Hahaha, darling, are you scared? I was just joking.

• You: Aw, you've got to stop scaring me.

• Juliano looks a lot happier now.
• He leans closer, and starts running a hand through my hair.
• Francesco Juliano: Babe, you smell so good.

• He licks his lips, gazing at me lustily.
• Francesco Juliano: Don't go back to the club today. Stay with me, okay?

• He obviously wants to sleep with me, but I know I can't refuse.
• You: Alright, Mr. Juliano...