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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

you say it's not true, you call me a fool108.93.10.156Posted On August 02, 2016 at 5:29 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive then I've ever been

Every subtle movement, every batting eyelash, every gentle caress serves as a testament to the intensity with which Isolt had lamented his absence; evidence of the measure to which she had been brutalized by the emotional turmoil of what she had concluded was his abandonment of her. The shameless insistance with which the luscious pillows of her lips press against his is, moreso, a nod to the elation of his return... and, perhaps in some regards, homage to the fear that he may well evaporate from her life once more. Her lips, the supple bulbs of her fingertips, are anchors intent upon keeping him here with her, her caresses providing reassurance that he would not depart from her. That she would not lose him a second time as she had lost Aaron and Harley.

She feels the tightening of muscular cords beneath her fingertips, her own body sent to humming with the sensuous electrical current nearly radiating from his frame in rippling, clandestine waves to crash upon her. It titillates the young woman all the more, causing a paradox of arousal and apprehension to swell within her at the notion of where she intends to lead them. Many a tale had she overheard about taking a vampire into one's bed (literal or otherwise), the nightwalkers having historically earned a reputation as vigorous, sometimes violent, lovers. And so it is trust as much as passion that sees the redheaded Supreme allow herself to be guided backwards, the ruby cushions of her lips never once straying from those of her beau as her slender frame is pressed against the polished oak of the overlarge desk. That is until he sees fit to part from her, his forehead resting against hers, his entire body pulled taut as she brings her hands to rest against his chest.

Isolt knows full well that he waits for her indication, for even the most miniscule suggestion that their intentions are, indeed, one in the same. A long, silent moment is given to ponder the move she will make before finally does Isolt's lithe frame draw ever so slightly from that of his. Only just so does she retreat, though the crystalline azure of her eyes strays not an inch from the grey irises with which she had become so faultlessly familiar. Painstakingly slow is the movement of her hands as Isolt's fingertips find the collar of Damon's shirt, the maneuver that follows impressively swift as she succeeds in ripping the garment down its middle. As the material billows and falls from betwixt her fingers Isolt does naught more than smile impishly, her teeth raking languidly against the plushness of her bottom lip.




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