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.

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Posted on January 05, 2015 by bethel mercy ayer
North
Oh mercy, will it overcome us

"Of course you can't refuse! What kind of man turns down a pretty girl's challenge?"

The woman's words were lit softly with a fire of confidence that so often lacked from a young woman's voice. The party held a populace of so many beautiful young women that it was a shame that there was little strength effusing from their voices and postures. Bethel took a deep breath, somehow intoxicating herself on their insecurities and rising like the head of a cobra on her heels to pull her figure's poise beside the man she had begun conversing with. He spoke with the help of the alcohol already lusciously flowing through his veins, giving him a kind of courage that Bethel humorously wanted to admire. The drug did very little to her, as if the venom that was in her own body outweighed the effects of a manmade substance and so the young woman could greatly appreciate watching it in others. Although the drunken jester was a tale told by many, Bethel was very happy to help this young man write his own tale of a sloshy ... troubadour.

When the bartender placed new drinks in front of Bethel and her new companion, the young woman gracefully slid her fingers around the glass to claim it and draw it closer to her. With the rim drawn and resting against her plush lips, Bethel let the liquid touch her lips as a tease for the taste. It was bitter, as always, but welcome. While she may have intended to drink the contents of the glass, the man seated beside her put his own glass down to make introductions further than Bethel had initially. His name lolled on her tongue though it didn't slip through her lips, granting Bethel the mental favor of remembrance. Easy enough Blake was to remember, it didn't hurt that the image of the figure the moniker belonged to was also easy â€" easy enough on her eyes that Bethel was more than happy to remain at his side and accompany him towards jovial ... spirits? Amused at his words and his obvious attempt at politeness, Bethel's lips drew at the corners again as she raised her glass once more, this time with intent to taste the liquor swimming inside.

"Now if we're toasting me, I would like to hear a short speech in my honor, Blake."

The speech Bethel required need only be short and complimentary, the jest matched by a glitter in her stark green eyes. With a few slow, purposeful sips of her drink, Bethel let her eyes lock with those of the boy that was her newest drinking companion. He looked uncomfortable with her attention, which only goaded the young were-anaconda to pressure him with even more attentiveness. Instead of standing poised beside him, she slid onto the seat beside him in a dainty fashion, swirling the two black straws around in her drink to clink noisily with the stones of ice resting in the liquid. Her almond shaped eyes slid slowly, like the way a snake moves in the grass towards prey, resting on Blake's profile.

"I wasn't, and am currently debating whether I will be enjoying it in the future," She started to say brightly, clearly poking fun and offering him a hand to lift him from an awkward quiet. "What of yourself, handsome?"

Bethel Mercy Ayer -- were-anaconda -- played by auree


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