Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
The VooDoo Room
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
Anastasia had long ago forfeited any measure of hope that she may actually find what she desired in this collection of mildew and dust they had the audacity to call a library. Time had certainly changed the literary world as it did most things, morphed it into a lesser version of what it once had been. Where once only the finest literary works had roused the imagination of the discerning reader now there existed only juvenile tales of pubescent warlocks and shallow tellings of love unrequited to entertain the dullards of this new age. It was quite the abomination to someone who had lived as long as she, whose noble upbringing had afforded her the finest education and seemingly endless resources to the world's most sought-after literature. And now... she traipsed about the dust-caked rows (few though they were) of Sacrosanct's local library in search of a thing she knew full well that she would not find.
She does not immediately turn when she is addressed by the young woman from the cafe, though an admittedly devilish simper begins to sprout upon her lips before she promptly stymies it in favor of her characteristic austere facade. Slowly does she turn upon polished heels to face Alexander's friend. It was a lie, this she knew, though it amused her in quite the impish manner that her creator thought it suitable to falsify the true nature of his relationship to the petite brunette. How disparaging that must have been for the young Alexis...
"Alexis," she purred, hardly bothering to whisper despite the elderly librarian's pointed glare in their direction. "It is such a pleasure to see you again. Though I do hope you're having better luck than I at finding what you are looking for in this... place." The derision is evident in the syllables as they leave her foreign tongue, sage eyes drawing to the book her counterpart had just replaced. "Ah, a fair choice to be sure," she offered, "but if Greek history is your yearning, might I recommend this." The Duchess reaches for a the dull, weathered, and care-worn spine of a similar volume though one that offered a far greater breadth for the avid historian. "I read it in my youth, it will not disappoint." At this does the pair receive a stern shushing from the age-softened proprietor, as appallingly dusty as the books she peddles, though quickly does the woman return to her perch as Anastasia's authoritarian gaze cuts a harsh line to her. It was a glare that she had practiced to perfection throughout her youth, the facade itself so remarkably like her father's that the resemblance would have been decidedly eerie.
The expression softens ever so slightly as her eyes return to Alexis. "Now, if that's all you will be needing I suggest that we take our leave before we succomb to whatever is floating about in here." It is far less a request than it is an expertly-delivered command of sorts, the Russian woman moving aside to usher the Were onwards. "Have you decided yet what you will be wearing on your date with Alexander?"
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia