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.
Alexis' obedience to the passive orders of the elderly librarian, thoughly seemingly commonplace, earned her the barest glance of contemplation on behalf of the Grand Duchess, though it is there and gone with the literal batting of immaculately curled lashes. It was a matter of mild interest that Alexander would select such a demure young woman as his would-be romantic partner when he had chosen one so steely and tenacious as she for his progeny. Perhaps he preferred obedience in the women that would be invited into his bed, as the vast majority of powerful men seemed to do. So large an ego required much preening, she supposed.
The query after Alexis' intended choice of wardrobe was little more than a tentative yet nonetheless intentionally prodding finger. Her purpose was simple, her quest for information hardly one that she sought to conceal from the youthful Were. After all, had the lithe brunette not demonstrated in a none too subtle fashion during their initial encounter that she, too, possessed a far amount of ravenous curiosity about the enigmatic Russian? She could very easily have coaxed further details from the infinite nether from whence the vast majority of the Hunter's knowledge did come, but in so doing she may have forfeited the titilliating anticipation that was to be had. And that would have been a true disservice, indeed. Had she done so she would have denied herself the pleasantry of Alexis' startled expression.
"He didn't," she quips simply, hardly offering any shard of elaboration as to exactly how it was she might have gleaned knowledge of their impending outing had it not come from Alexander himself. The auburn-haired woman permits a moment of quietude to pass betwixt them before fixing the young woman with the pitching of an expertly manicured brow. "Have you not? If so, I suggest we remedy that today... it does not do to wait until the last moment." At that she waits, eyeing her Maker's chosen lover with barely-veiled impatience.
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia