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.
She seemed so alone but he'd been in situations like this before and he knew better than to read too much into anything. The last time he'd approached a woman he thought alone, she'd brought out the pepper spray before he could even introduce himself. When that man got up to approach her, Taylor knew he couldn't just stand by and let anything happen to her. Not when he could do something about it. The wind blowing the doors open was confusing, for sure, but weird weather could happen anywhere and he hadn't been in Sacrosanct long enough to know the weather patterns so maybe that was normal here. Who was he to say? So he shrugged it off, hoping it wasn't a tell tale sign of an incoming tornado or something like that. The woman froze as the man reached out for her but Taylor wouldn't freeze. Luckily the man took the hint and wandered off leaving him with a woman holding his arm, acting like she knew him. He didn't mind and he would play along if it kept her safe. She seemed relieved that the man left her alone. He watched as she took a seat beside him, obviously feeling more safe with him than the man who kept eying her from his seat back over with his friends.
He asked her about a drink and she seemed eager to take him up on it. She gave her name as Kathryn, or Kat. He smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Kat." When he asked why she was here, she shrugged, before admitting she was new to town and didn't know anyone. She said she didn't know the place was full of assholes and he chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. "Seems most places are, but you lucked up, I guess." As she put a hand over her mouth and looked surprised at what she'd just said, he smirked. When she called herself a potty mouth, he grinned. "I haven't heard that one in a while. Don't worry. I happen to have one of those too." He leaned in as he said it, like it was some big conspiracy or something. His eyes twinkled mischeveously. The bartender approached, asking what she wanted and she asked for a bourbon. That was surprising. His brow arched up. She said she knew it was an old man's drink and that she couldn't help herself. He threw up his hands. "Nothing wrong with some of the classics. I like to keep an open mind."
He watched her hand the man a card when he came back. He started to shake his head, even as she told him that it was the least she could do. "You don't owe me anything, really."