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.
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
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She made a point to look at him and lick her lips before he said that they'd see what she got. Smirking, she took his hand and let him lead her to the shower, but that's where the leading ended. As soon as they got under the spray, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face her, her fingers reaching up to press against his sternum and push him against the wall of the shower. She leaned in as if to kiss him but let her lips slide just a breath's away before it traveled down...down....stopping just shy of the hip bones. She let her fingers glide down to his thighs, trailing over his wet skin as her lips brushed against that delicious V that led to the Holy Grail of his pleasure. She followed it down, her fingers reaching up to massage the velvety sacks that lie just behind his muscle, wanting to draw every last gasp and groan from his lips. Once he was like puddy in her hands, only then did she let her lips finally find that moist tip, her tongue already exploring its length as she sucked and moaned around the veiny flesh.
She continued to move her mouth up and down the shaft, going by his reactions to control the speed and depth of her charge. She loved the salty taste on her tongue, licking it up as she continued to assault his cock. She continued her lengthy exploration until he got close, not daring to take her mouth away until she swallowed every last drop of that salty semen. As she finally pulled away, licking her lips, she looked up at him with swollen lips, leaning in to place one more kiss on his hip. "Well?"Her eyes held a devious light.