"Godzilla, or Gojira. A large lizard movie monster. The City set it down in the middle of town. I was around for it, but I still don't remember it. Then there was King Kong - another movie monster. I think Godzilla's much better." Fred gave poor Christian a soft smile.
"It's a good bit to deal with, but I don't think the City brings in anyone it thinks can't handle things. I am not sure it really considers people's breaking points, but the people who are brought here have a sort of resilience. Maybe they're the only types the City can use? I don't know, but whatever the City throws at us, we can make it through." She nodded, smiling a little more. "I am saying this after years living here."
The brain female finished off her croissant with a few bites, chewing with her mouth decidedly closed. She might be a big eater, but she still had manners. She chewed thoughtfully as she listened to the flustered fellow.
"I don't think any less of the ladies who work there. I don't think I could do that. I've seen some pictures. Some are barely dressed, some have many clothes. They are something of a national treasure, the women of the Moulin Rouge. Kind of like Las Vegas showgirls or the Rockettes - though people do kind of think more of the ladies of the Rockettes than the showgirls." Fred shrugged; she didn't seem to have a problem with any of the ladies - yes, she had called the women "ladies."
"Think I'd be afraid of falling in the heels. And then there are the head dresses. Or the kicking." She was probably bouncing from one type of woman to the next, but they did seem to all have similar traits. Beautiful women entertaining with their beautiful bodies - usually while dancing.