The poor Roman woman in need of her drugs probably would have passed Jim by entirely if she didn't look the image of Helena. As she did of course it became a lot more amusing for him to think of ways to use her. And keeping her hooked on opium was worth the little extra he had to pay to find the stuff, direct from the east and all as it was. She had seemed a bit, unsure about coming here herself but Gaia would have to realize very quickly who called the shots and what that meant for her future. He owned her, same as he owned so many people around this place. Same way he'd owned dear little Elpheba, only Gaia didn't have anyone else to confide in as closely as the little witch.
He'd told his men to look out for her, tell him some facts when she arrived, how she was dressed, did she look scared, worried, nervous, twitchy. He needed to know how to approach her. He'd dressed simply in a black suit, similar to the Westwood he'd arrived in. He always liked to look good, unless he had a reason not to. And right now it was more prudent to look good.
She was lead into the room with him and Jim smiled sweetly, standing up to meet her, the smell of the opium immediately hitting him as he did. But that was okay. He could cope with that. It was Gaia that would be getting caught up in his little web from here on out. "Leave us." he said simply to the man that had lead her inside, the clipped upper class Dublin accent brokering no argument. The man left without another word and Jim looked the woman up and down. He didn't see her as anything other than useful of course. Only Emma crossed that line into something more, but at the same time he knew how women were, and what usually had to happen to make them useful to him. He'd see with Gaia. And Emma would be safe because she'd never hear of this part of his life. She didn't want to hear of his conversations with Katherine, or with the druggie Roman. It wasn't relevant.
"Feel free to sit my Lady. Do you have any preferences on where you begin." he asked, brushing a hand against her arm just enough to settle her before lifting her hand and kissing it softly by way of welcome. He found rich people usually liked to think they were in control so wouldn't it be adorable to let her believe she was before he shut all that down. He'd find a use for how much she looked like Helena. He'd find a way to destroy her life and through hers Irene's, and then he'd finally get to focus on his Final Problem. But there was time for that yet."