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.
Tipson mused at how well he fit in with the wealthy society but not for the garb he wore. So many of the people here were fake in their own way. To the wealthy status and appearance was everything. No matter what was going on in their homes or how the elite was feeling they would do their best to act as if they were in perfect control. They wanted to be seen as leaders and find out who could move up the social ladder the farthest. Admittedly, it was stereotyping but it fit enough of the people Tipson had studied, burglarized, or spent his youngest years around.
So really, Tipson was one more actor around the myriad of actors. Once upon a time, he'd been part of a family with money. So, was this the real Tipson? Wearing a suit with intent to mingle with the snobs or was the real Tipson the thief who spent most of his life having favored alleys to sleep in? Tipson was fine sticking with being whatever 'him' the day called for. Finding one's identity in their money or title was doomed to make one miserable if things went awry.
Tipson was closing in on his goal when he heard a meow and paused in his stride. Glancing behind him and down the cat got his classic charismatic smile, "Well now," Tipson squatted down a bit, reaching out his fingers towards the cat, ready to rub under a jaw if permitted, "Hello there miss," Tipson coo'd to the cat. The young man could always be wrong, he wasn't an expert in cats, but he imagined the cat to be a pure-blood Siamese which meant pricey. Certainly, this was the area for it but what classy person was letting their pricey pet run free and where it could get dirty?
"You know," Tipson spoke softly to the cat like it was a personal conversation between the two, "they won't approve of cats in the restaurant." Tipson pointed to the spot ahead of them as if this really should be explained to the feline. Tipson looked about the area for some kid or petite woman who might be searching for their cat. Of course, it could be anyone but the stereotypes would be perfect. Hmm, no one at the moment. No collar? She was too cleaned up to be a stray.
He'd never had a pet, at least no cat or dog. Currently, Tipson had a betta fish and that was about as close as it got. As a boy, his parents had felt animals were a nuisance in keeping the house clean. After his parents passed Tipson certainly didn't need any stray pets when he was already a stray. These days it was just normal to not have a pet. Tipson would rub under the cat's chin, and even up to the head so long as she allowed it.
Glancing from cat to restaurant and back. "Being on an adventure can make someone hungry and I've bet you've had quite the adventure. Would m'lady like to join me for a meal?" Eating inside a stuffy restaurant could wait for another day if the cat didn't run off or someone didn't come to collect her.
There was a part of Tipson that was doing this just for the fun of someone to socialize with who didn't have any agenda other than food. A bit of company in the form of a cat might be nice. However, there was another reason. Someone was going to be searching for their cat eventually. How much reward money would they be offering? Tipson could both enjoy a bit of time with the animal and then most likely make a bit of side cash. "How about some fish?"