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 May 21, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
When she came out of the dressing room she stared at the woman, noticing the amount of tops that were in her hand. Why in the world she had to get so many she did not know. Quietly she took the tops one by one, staring at them for a moment, there was at least one new charcoal grey hoodie that put a smile on her face. She liked the baggy feel of hoodies, but if they made ones that were...fitted...perhaps it would be okay. Turning around she would place the tops on the rack pinned to the wall, turning back around to find one of the store assistants coming in with the navy blue dress she had saw earlier. She thought it was quite pretty, it was simple, a sort of dress that anyone could where at any time. It wasn't a fancy dress like the one she wore at the Masquerade ball. Better yet it wasn't a type of dress that was low cut either. It was just a nice day-to-day dress to where and she was happy that Sam would be trying it on. After all this was her shopping trip and she ought to wear something nice for herself, and for her Alpha. Though a small frown appeared on her face when the farie attempted to hand the dress over to her, the werewolf staring at her and then the dress refusing to take it. With a firm shake of her head, golden-brown ringlets swayed back and forth, declining the dress entirely. Yet it was the pleading note in her voice that caused the girl to gently take the dress and nod her head. Though her face would darken the moment Sam complemented how she looked in the jeans, that particular phrase hitting nerve. Softly she shook her head her eyes shifted to the ground as she muttered darkly.
Sam was not aware, but the first time she met Frost was at the Masquerade Ball and he uttered the phrase 'nice ass.' Just that phrase and the way he looked at her was enough to make her see red that night. She had attempted to get out of her comfort zone and attend the party that her friend Isolt had thrown. He had ruined it. Already she was anxious that night, but his phrase and how he treated her only made things worse. Sam didn't know and that was why she wasn't looking at her as she felt that anguish simmer. Blinking for a moment she released a breath she had no idea she was holding in. With a small worried smile she looked up at the girl and nodded, turning away and shutting the door. Placing the dress on the rack she changed out of the jeans and shirt she was wearing and placed them on the stool. Quietly she took the dress and put it on shyly looking in the mirror. There was a reason why she didn't like dresses. The cut was very nice and wasn't all that revealing. Sam was correct blue would look good on her, and thanks to the light grey and cerulean blue, it brought out her eyes even more. Though the dress didn't hide the scars that zig-zagged all across her arms and legs, some slithering down her neck, and some raked across her décolletage. With a heavy sigh she opened the door looking at Sam helplessly, muttering her reason why she was not pleased.