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 seemed to weigh her options as he challenged her with a question. At first, he wasn't sure she was even going to answer him. She could always just say no, he supposed, but he wanted to be able to call her something. After some time, the blonde must have come to a conclusion because she said that her name was Emmy but she went by Nightbird. He couldn't help but smirk, his eyes lighting up as he nodded. "It fits perfectly." He murmured the words genuinely with no sense of sarcasm. Her voice was indeed like a song and the nighttime seemed to suit her as well. Oh, Christian was sure she was just as dazzling in the sunlight, but something about the darkness around her made her seem to glow even now. Of course, that could just be the Bourbon talking.
The warlock tipped his head. "Okay, fair's fair. My name's Christian. Unfortunately, I don't have a stage name, unless you'd like to make one up for me." One brow quirked teasingly. His eyes couldn't stay off of her as she lifted the glass to her lips again. "Glad you're a fan of Bourbon. Says a lot about you." He tipped his own glass to her before taking another swig, though he felt himself slowing down on the drink. He didn't feel half as wasted as his usual, but something told him he might want to stay more on the sober side tonight. Besides, he wanted to be able to remember this. When he admitted he was boring, Emmy let loose some tude which only made the man grin a little. She had fire...good. For a moment though, his own eyes darkened. "Heartbreak? Honey, I'm the expert on that." And a split second, there was a vulnerability in his steel eyes, a glimpse of the broken man that lay just beneath the surface, hiding behind his bottomless bottles of liquor and the easygoing smile.
But then he cleared his throat and took a more hearty swig of Bourbon, shaking his head for a second before he chuckled. "No one wants to put their problems on others, but sharing is caring. Anyway, we're not going down that rabbit hole. Why do you want to sing?" He watched her as he asked the question, wanting to watch her every second reaction. "Is it the fame? The money? Do you just think it's what you're born to do because someone told you, you have a pretty voice?" The words themselves might have come off like an asshole, but there was no taunting in his voice, only open curiosity. He threw those reasons out cause he had a feeling none of them came close to the real reason she wanted a record deal. He just wondered if it would be too personal a reason for her to share.