North

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.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

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.

The VooDoo Room

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.

The Witchery

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'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top


Posted on October 04, 2022 by ASKAREE
North


Of course she felt her impromptu neighbor's eyes as they crawled along the curvature of her lithe figure with all of the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the forehead. Askaree had the well-muscled body of a brawler cloaked in the smooth, sun-kissed skin and exotic lilt that alluded to a far-off motherland. Coupled with the pout of her lips, a cascade of glossy brown locks, and the lascivious gleam that punctuated the depths of her chocolate eyes and she was a fucking knockout. But to presume that her breasts were her best feature? What (or, rather, who) had dulled his tastes so severely that he would arrive at that assumption? He had clearly romped with a few too many basic bitches and therefore had a quite apparent and literal need for a sexual defibrillation of sorts.

That, however, was the task of someone with far more in the way of patience (and a general interest in reforming the bland and basic) and so the Egyptian woman makes her way towards the door. She feels him in her stead, the man clearly heeding her warning about the imminent arrival of the boys in blue. The assurance he issues about his kinkery causes amusement to pluck at the brims of her lips, though she does not turn to address him directly. "I'll bet you do," is all she offers as she flings the door ajar, fully intending to be rid of the crochety Scot and onto the next bottle of fermented whatever that she could get hands around. An alcoholic's work was never done.

No sooner does he materialize in her path then she is thrust against the unforgiving slab of the brick wall, the taste of him immediate as he presses his lips and his body against hers. Had they been a little bit more familiar he would have known that there truly was no need to protect his testes. Only pussies went for the balls. The sheath of her switchblade is pressed into the tender flesh at his throat before he can withdraw, a perfectly lacquered thumbnail poised against the trigger. Indulging herself for just a moment Askaree presses her teeth into the slick cushion of his bottom lip before he pulls back... and she affords him the pleasure of continuing on his merry way sans- gaping wound. For now.

The insidious wench reaches for the retreating stranger, coiling slender fingers into the fabric of his shirt and wrenching him back around to face her. Though before she can offer up whatever snide and titillating chestnut was poised upon the curve of her tongue, they are both bathed in alternating haloes of blue and red lights. "Put your hands up!", comes the call from behind Askaree, the switchblade sliding discreetly back into the sleeve of her jacket as she does just that. The grin that had already been plucking at the brims of her pillowy lips broadens into something no less conniving than it was intriguing. "Why don't we have a little fun first, hmm?" The whisper is accented with the pitching of an expertly manicured brow, another disgruntled command shouted at the pair from some place behind her.

Askaree

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