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.
The woman was modest and humble, simply thanking him when he told her she was brave for trying something new. The soft simper on her lips told a story, but perhaps not one he would get this visit and that was okay. He was enjoying the company anyway. At least he could tell he made her day when he spoke French back to her. It had been a minute before he'd felt the smooth lyrics on his own tongue but he found that he still retained his full understanding and use of the language. Guess a century and a half in London could do that to you. After his length of time in captivity and being back in America, he was sure he'd lost some of the accent but that was to be expected. The subject of his wound was more pressing at the moment though but he would have gladly distracted himself by speaking more French with her. She promised him a good drink after and he offered a smirk of good humor. As she poured the alcohol over the wound, he couldn't help the sounds he made but he looked down at the floor instead, feeling the need to apologize for the mess he was responsible for.
She waved it off, saying it was easy to clean. "I can help you with that." It felt only polite to ask. He didn't want to leave her with a ruined floor just because he had to go and get himself shot. As she wound the bandage around his arm, he held as still as a statue, letting her concentrate on her work. When she was done and asked how he felt, he offered a simper in return. "Like a million bucks. Maybe you missed your calling as a doctor." He said with a sly wink, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He moved the arm around, getting the feel of the slight restriction but knew it was necessary, at least until the bleeding stopped. Giving her a more genuine smile, he slowly stood. "Thank you so much. You didn't have to help a stranger and yet you did. I'm just sorry you were pulled into that." His face softened in true apology as he said it. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and he hated any trauma falling on an innocent because of him.
Glancing around, he sighed softly. "Just point me to the bleach spray and I'll get this cleaned up and get out of your hair. I'm sure you have other things to do than entertain a shot up fae."