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.

Crishlyn;; i want to feel your hips swing


Posted on November 27, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
North

Samantha Cassidy


Samantha had to get out of the house. It had been weeks since she had truly left, despite Dorian's best efforts to get her out of the house and into the sunlight. The most she'd done, really, was go and sit out on the fire escape one rainy afternoon and look out over the Western district. Everything about that had hurt, so why would she want to venture out into those Western streets that had once been ruled by Aiden? She didn't. She wanted to stay carefully locked inside her apartment and within the despair that she so felt due to that guilt that gnawed at her. And it should eat her. The guilt should kill her. Because Aiden's death was her own fault, and Raven had said as much. God, everything she had loved had drifted away from her so quickly. Still. It had been so long that she had left the house, and she couldn't take it any longer. Even if she deserved all the guilt that the world would throw at her, it didn't mean that she couldn't have a day away from all of that. Just one. One day. It was all she was asking for. One night out and she would go back to that guilt.

She needed to not feel. She needed to not let her own emotions overflow in the way that they had been for weeks. And the best way to do that was to get in a crowd of people. That was perhaps the one perk to her weakness now. She would be able to go to a crowd of people and she would be able to feel all of their emotions instead of her own. All of that lust and love and anger and anything other than the despair that she had felt for weeks. She needed to feed off that. She needed to feel something. And if she couldn't get herself to feel her own emotions, then she would steal the emotions of others. So a bar seemed like the perfect place. Briefly, she had considered going to the burlesque. But no, there was the risk that she would run into Nadya and that was simply not something she was ready for. That, she was afraid, was too much of a risk. No, it was an upscale Northern bar that she chose this time. One crawling with people that were overflowing with lust. One where no one would know her. One where no one would know to blame her for what had happened to the Were King.

She certainly didn't feel like herself. She had herself dressed in that slinky black dress and heels that Nadya had insisted she buy though she was certain that she'd never wear it. Maybe one day she'd tell Nadya thank you for making her purchase it. It was the perfect kind of thing to wear in a situation like this. It was barely long enough to cover her - in fact she was sure that if she bent over whoever was behind her would certainly get a show. It showed so much skin and was tight as could be. She didn't look like Samantha Cassidy at all, and she certainly didn't look like the proper faerie queen that she should have been. But god, she needed that break. She didn't want to be herself tonight. She wanted to be someone else. Someone who didn't get her boyfriend murdered.

The inside of the bar was exactly what she was looking for. Packed full of people and more importantly, their emotions. Lust seemed to overwhelm her, and it was almost instantaneous that that guilt that ate at her stomach was forgotten. She could feel eyes on her as she made her way up to the bar. She was almost drunk just off the emotions as she leaned across the bar, moving to order that drink before she turned, looking around the room. Sure, it was one thing to simply let herself be drunk in the emotions of the room as a whole, but what she really wanted was to have someone's full attention. To soak up in their own emotions. But ah, who?

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