The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Cull & Pistol
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
The idea that Kohl had tried chicken feet before did give Kat pause, if only cause she never thought he would try something like that. She couldn't help but tease him about it, calling him brave, to which he snorted and shook his head before saying it was more accidental ingestion. That made a chuckle fall from her own lips even as he said he didn't recommend them. "Noted." She said with a smirk. If there was anything Kat was good with when it came to Kohl, it was getting easily distracted in the physical. And that's exactly what she did. Her hands found his chest and from there, it was like her whole body had a mind of its own. The next thing she knew, they were in the bathroom, two groping bodies full of hands and mouths and moans as they undressed each other and re-discovered every inch of flesh. She couldn't help the look she gave Kohl when he even thought about using the bathtub, the very size of it enough to make her claustrophobic.
Of course with the time it was taking for the water in the shower to warm up, they might both be done and exhausted before it got past lukewarm. Her body responded to his without hesitation, falling blissfully into the old routine of taking pleasure while she delivered some to him. Her lips worked their way across his neck and shoulders, caressing every inch as she dragged groans of pleasure from his lips even as he stole his own as his hands roamed freely over her skin. His fingers found the sensitive peaks of her breasts and worked the nipples into taut points, just aching for his touch. When he moved further south, she couldn't help but squirm in anticipation. It had been far too long since she'd been touched down there. And when he found the magical spot, she gasped and arched into him, moaning his name like she was never going to stop.
His fingers started to thrum out a rhythm of tantalizing sensation, playing her like an expert musician on guitar. Her breaths came in short ragged inhales, practically panting as she started to ride his fingers to her own ascent. "Kohl, yes, Kohl, I'm getting close..." She coaxed him on as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, lost in a delirious high as she climbed toward her climax. But she was cut short with a breathless gasp that was captured by his own mouth in a kiss before he lowered his head to her sex and and brushed his mouth against her sensitive flesh. "Oh, Kohl!" She gasped in renewed vigor as his tongue did magical things. It didn't take long for her to find that high again and before long, she was throwing back her head and screaming his name as she met that fabulous release she'd been looking for.
As Kat slowly came out of her orgasm stupor, she made a contented sigh and ran her fingers through Kohl's hair lovingly. "I think we really need that shower now. If I wasn't dirty before, I certainly am now." She teased with a knowing smirk as she eyed his erect member. She was definitely going to be helping him with that now.