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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

but call out my name, i'll run to you108.93.10.156Posted On August 03, 2016 at 5:15 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been

In the moments preceding the somewhat aggressive "removal" of Damon's garment, the realization solidifies within Isolt's mind that she wishes to give herself over to him in the way she had never gotten the chance to before his departure. It had been as a finely-choreographed dance betwixt them up until now, both of them knowing that the most lascivious desire simmered within the dark internal fortresses of each, and yet neither had ever deemed it fitting to proceed. Isolt had yearned for her partner's body in many a private moment, had entertained more fantasies of what he might feel like than she would ever have dared admit aloud, though the binding chains of demure behavior and characteristic modesty had heretofore pinioned her not-so-proverbial hands.

But now she all but plunges, careening over and beyond the precipice of sexual frustration that both she and Damon had skirted the edge of for entirely too long a time. Softly do her hands come to rest against the broad, tightly-drawn muscles of his chest, the impish facade that had momentarily flashed upon her angelic features melting into something far more picturesque. At the brush of his lips and fingertips against her bare flesh, however, euphoria draws her lips ajar, Isolt's head leaning back to allow her lover access to all that he desired... a shameless invitation for him to gorge himself and, consequently, titillate every last morsel of her skin. The softest hum, nearly a purr, escapes Isolt as she melts into every last one of the kisses he spoils her with, her fingertips clenching in delicate insistence upon his torso.

The sweet burn of desire rises as a veritable inferno within the youthful woman, inhibitions hindered by the scorch of every kiss he lays to her, the nomadic roaming of his hands inviting a soft moan to whisper from her parted lips. It is nearly torturous, desire acting as both a pleasurable and maniacal thing that seems to tip and teeter the scales of modesty within Isolt's brain. Her fingers trace a leisurely, assured line down the torso of her companion to rest upon the clasp of his jeans, though she lingers but a moment before making effortlessly brief work of the button to liberate the flaps of denim from one another. Just two fingers does she allow to trace the skin just beyond the brims of his boxers, an unabashedly teasing caress offered as her eyes lift to his once more... asking. Waiting.




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