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 don't think I'll make it out alive
Would satisfaction bring him back? That question hardly seemed relevant considering he doubted he would find anything remotely satisfying about this situation, except perhaps... Actually no, no there was no exception. There was nothing satisfactory to gain from this situation. If they wanted to base this interaction around satisfaction, then there was none to be had and none to be gained by either party it seemed. But change the question - Did this proverbial 'cat' learn something? Did they gain something? Now you have a different answer, maybe one that our short tempered Egyptian may not like the answer to. He may not have all the answers, may lack the esoteric knowledge of someone wiser in all things Askaree, but he may have chipped just a little bit at the veneer of her.
Spencer caught the way her eyes flicked to his hand, the look of absolute fury barely contained within them, pulling his arm away to relative safety. He could try to say something more but it seemed like words would do little good here even if he was skilled enough with empathy to use them. Using empathy here and now with her while she was cloaked in her anger, using that to mask her desperation, seemed a worthless and unwelcome effort even should Spencer be able to display it adequately. No, he could tell by the little signs in her body language she was in no condition to listen, to hear anything but what she wanted. So then joy to him for being the bearer of the news she hated. Now he simply had no other option than to handle the fall out.
And here it comes.
He leaned his face back as she hauled him forward by his shirt, one hand clutching her wrist tightly though it did not try to pry her off. Spencer half expected her to turn there and then and finish what she always threatened. Despite pulling his face back - an instinctive measure where sharp canines may be involved - he did not shy from meeting or holding her gaze. As she hissed at him, Spencer was unable to stop the curl of his lip, a semblance of his own snarl. "If you think me a liar then what does it matter?" He snapped, unwilling to be her punching bag when he had simply told the truth, albeit kinder than maybe she deserved. Truly, what would she prefer him to say? That there was nothing left to save? That the body was barely more than a husk? No, he would not play at god so that she could pretend. If she were truly so desperate, Askaree would be better finding herself a necromancer. Perhaps a better person may think to bite their tongue, let her lash her obviously stunted emotions out, be understanding. Spencer was not that person though. He may lose his tongue for it but to hell with it all. She had made a habit - partially due to his own inaction - of stomping all over him and he was finding he was growing to tire of it.
It seemed that their face off was not to be as an unfamiliar voice needed her attention, Spencer's eyes flicking to glance over his shoulder. It had been hard to hear, what with the tension deafening the room, but he had caught the barest whiff of it. Releasing his hold on her wrist, Spencer made to extract himself from her hold and shift a few steps back, the illusion of privacy but not quite leaving. At least, not unless she told him to (whether it was through words or actions, he did not know).