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.
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It was utterly remarkable the amount of self-loathing a simple dinner at her older sister's home could bestow upon the youngest member of the Aldersley family. Truly, Piper tried her best to avoid gatherings with her sisters without the saving grace of her parents these days. If her sisters were left unchecked by their parents, Piper knew that the conversation would eventually drift to a place that, ultimately, would have the young girl banging her head against the wall: the concept of Piper's love life. It certainly didn't matter that Piper was independently a success, not as long as a certain finger on her left hand remained bare. Her two bachelor's degrees didn't make up for the lack of a boyfriend. Her master's degree didn't excuse that she was thirty years old and unwed. Her successful business didn't pardon her lack of children. Her accomplishments, no matter how impressive, did not make up for the fact that she - as her eldest sister so frequently put it - "had thrown away a perfectly good man". It didn't matter that Piper had been twenty-four and hardly ready to be married, nor that she had broken up with Dawson a full six years ago.
Tonight's family dinner had been no exception to this rule. Piper had been innocently sitting on the living room floor playing the role of the ever doting aunt to Alice, her three year old absolute doll of a niece, when her older sisters had seized the opportunity to prey on the young woman. "When are you going to settle down and have a child of your own?" Poppy had crooned with Percy on her heels. Her response, that Jane Pawston was the only baby that Piper desired, was met with the familiar double eye roll that had been the summary of her childhood. The entire evening continued in such a manner, with her sisters making snide comments about Piper being continuously single and Piper consistently trying to move the conversation back to something other than her so-called 'biological clock'. It was when Poppy announced that she was pregnant - again - that Piper truly thought she'd be free of this line of conversation, but leave it to Percy to make a comment on how it was "such a shame that Piper had yet to experience the joy of motherhood".
Normally, the relentless need for her sisters to point out that she was a dreadful old spinster didn't phase the young woman. After all, she knew that her parents were proud of her, even without a ring on her finger. She knew that she was successful, smart, and independent, but Piper couldn't deny the appeal of her sisters' lifestyles. After all, Piper too longed for someone to look at her the way that Poppy's husband looked at her. And even though Piper didn't really like children, she would be the first to admit that her nieces and nephews were utterly remarkable. And perhaps, one day, she would find someone that paired with her in a way that made her feel whole and fulfilled. And maybe (it was a big maybe) she would decide one day that she loved that person enough to want to have children with them. But couldn't her sisters understand that for the time being, Piper was happy where she was?
By the time that dessert was finally served and Piper was free to leave, the idea of going home to her empty loft was far too depressing for the young blonde. Instead, Piper found herself visiting one of the dance clubs of the northern district that she had frequented when she still lived at home with her parents. It was exactly as she remembered it, from the blue spotlights to the rows of brightly glittering bottles of alcohol above the bar. The bass of the dance music synced up with her heartbeat, the steady beat easy to lose herself in. And lose herself Piper did. Piper blended into the crowd, the dancing bodies pressed against her as she, too, moved to the beat of the music. Piper cared little that she was alone or that she had been relentlessly teased by her sisters. All she cared about was the feeling of the bass rattling deep inside her chest. Piper danced until the need for a drink overwhelmed the need to stay on the dance floor. She emerged from the crowd, making her way to the bar completely unaware of the preying eyes upon her. Piper muttered an 'excuse me' to the girl beside her at the bar, vying to get the bartender's attention.
The sound of those British accented lyrics caused Piper's head to turn, the source of the voice capturing all of Piper's attention. The Englishmen that approached her too much like the men of the novels that she fancied. The charming one in the front, the brooding one in the back. Both handsome and both ensnaring Piper's attention. The very human girl was unaware of that affinity that captured her very emotions, nor the distinct inhumanness of the duo in front of her. Piper's thoughts seemed slower, focused only on the men in front of her despite the thudding bass and roar of the crowd that had been assaulting her senses moments before. With a quick glance at the woman beside her, Piper focused her crystalline eyes upon the Englishman in front of her, a smile spreading across her features. "Hello gentlemen," She said easily. "Which of you came to buy me a drink tonight?"