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 headed straight for the castle


Posted on February 01, 2016 by ASKAREE
North

Askaree Bint Bahar


It is a purposely leisurely cadence with which Askaree perpetrates her departure, for she makes haste for no one... let alone the lackluster, washed-out nightguard attempting to hurriedly shoo her from the spa as if she were some hapless vagabond. The fact that she was, indeed, such an individual was neither here nor there. And so it is with an easy, audacious flare that the young Egyptian takes her leave, the seductive quirk of a single, perfectly-manicured brow all that is afforded to the blonde nymph as reparation for an offer that, Askaree is certain, bears the weight of far more innuendo than might first have been apparent. As bad as a man, indeed...

The barest moment of silent contemplation is proffered to the notion of what might become of the remainder of her evening. She is quite unopposed to the concept of a one-night stand; in fact, such situations comprised the vast majority of the vibrant woman's sexual encounters heretofore and she was unfettered by the heft of any other preference. Monogamy was a fool's errand, a pipe dream of the desparately lonely and love-afflcited, for whoever would have denied themselves the glory of the world's many pleasures in favor of only one? Not Askaree, that much was undeniably certain. Rapaciously did she approach her sexual endeavors just as she approached any other, and any such encounter destined to transpire this eve would prove just another notch in a rapidly-dwindling bed post.

Askaree eyes the offered helmet with a decidedly impish glare, chocolate eyes ablaze with sentiments left (for the moment, anyway) in the realm of the unsaid, cushioned lips drawing into a markedly devilish sneer before she plucks the gear from the hands of her would-be chauffeur. A hearty chuckle rattles about within the farthest recesses of the wretch's throat before she throws a long, slender leg over the bucking hunk of twisted metal below her. "I'm not one to turn down fun," she quips before leaning in ever so slowly, slender digits curling into the belt loops of her compatriot's jeans and sliding herself flush with the blonde's back in a movement that is at once innocent and provocative, her damp clothing sullying that of her hostess. Askaree leans in then, a purring whisper heralding her next words unto the little minx's ears. "But... I might get you wet."



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