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.
I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths
How quickly it was that the constant bass assaulted her ears and made her forget the utter hell that had been dinner with her siblings. She was sure that her siblings, of course, would have something to say about that, too. That she was out partying, that she wasn't home enjoying the wondrous world of motherhood, that she wasn't married. That the most action she'd had in months had been a rejected kiss from a Hunter that she didn't even know (not that her siblings would ever know about that) and that she couldn't get that same Hunter off her mind. No matter how many times she pointed out that most twenty-five year olds weren't married, her siblings were quick to point out that they had been at her age. And that Percy had been pregnant with her first child at that age, too. It was easier, now, to drown the misery that came from that ill-fated dinner in the delicious taste of the vodka-whatever the bartender had insisted it "looked like she needed". It had been sweet. Cranberry, maybe?
Piper remained entirely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched, nor the fact that she was being preyed upon. The young girl was entirely too human in that moment, completely unaware that she would be dinner for an Italian monarch, nor the protests that his companion spoke as the pair of Englishmen approached the young women. And even then, Piper was unaware of the way the vampire's affinity ensnared her, capturing her very mood and transforming it into one of lust. All she knew is that one moment, she had been sad about... something? And the next moment, all she wanted was to find her body pressed up against the rather attractive man that she now found herself in front of. That delicious, beautiful accent captured her attention fully. After all, how could a girl with such an obsession with British literature not melt at the sound of those lyrics? Her sadness forgotten, Piper leapt at the opportunity to have the attractive man's attention, inquiring then which one (the non-brooding one, please) would be buying her a drink tonight.
Piper was entirely pleased when the other man settled with the brunette at her side, the attention of the object of her affections settling entirely on her. Piper very nearly melting into a puddle of goo in front of those beautiful blue eyes. "I'm Piper," She explained, though she didn't wait for him to offer his name - did she even care? The thought of his name disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared in her thoughts. Was she already drunk? How strong had that drink been? The young woman remaining entirely oblivious to the affect the vampire already had on her. Piper reached up, innocently twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger as she thought of her answer. What was she doing here? She'd been having... dinner. With her siblings... and she'd been... upset? The thought now seemed far away, and Piper hardly forced her mind to grasp onto that one, presenting him with another reason she was within the pulsating club tonight.
"It's my birthday," Piper said, cocking her head playfully to the side in a way that made her blonde locks bounce. "Or it will be, on Friday." She smiled at that, though she wasn't prepared for the flash of jealousy that came across her as the bartender approached, as well as a slowly growing crowd who seemed entirely too attentive to the man she was rapidly claiming as her own date. Piper drew her gaze away from the nameless man in front of her, waving a hand absentmindedly in the direction of the bartender. "Another of the... whatever it was." That same hand moved then, pressing against the chest of her date. "We should dance. You look like you're an incredible dancer." Sure, it was an excuse to get his body pressed very, very close to her own, but what did that matter? Piper's focus remaining so wholly on the blue-eyed Englishman that she failed to notice that, even if they wanted to dance, their way to the dance floor was quickly becoming blocked by an ever-growing sea of admirers for the man she had claimed as her own.