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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

My Own Form of CHAOS72.168.176.112Posted On August 03, 2016 at 6:19 PM by Damon Marcello



The desire to go further than stolen kisses and whimsical glances has been there for a long while, well before I even got the courage up to ask Isolt to be mine. Long have I dreamed of touching her soft red tendrils and wrapping them around my fingers, to entangle my fingers in their many strands and leave a trail of kisses on every inch of her flesh. And now that dream is becoming a reality at the point I would have thought I'd still be groveling for her forgiveness. I guess she did miss me as much as I missed her. I know my dreams and nightmares are entwined around her. She's always there when I close my eyes and it would be a miracle to always have her there when I open them as well.

Her head moves back, giving me more access to the sensual slope of her neck and I take full advantage, my lips brushing and caressing every bit of skin I come to. My fangs extend in my hunger, scraping gently across her flesh but I don't dare to draw blood. I would never do that without her permission. And so I just use them to further arouse the red flush to her alabaster skin, raking and kissing as I start to move down. My hands expertly remove her bra, taking advantage of the new skin within reach. My mouth starts to work its magic, kissing, nipping, suckling as needed to give every inch of her the attention she so deserves.

A pleasurable growl leaves my lips as I feel her hands at my jeans and my brow arches up as I glance at her, lips tugged into a teasing smirk as if to say "you should already know my answer." My finger brushes under her chin before I lean in, my mouth taking hers as if to re-enforce that she can do as she pleases with my pants and elsewhere. My tongue asks for access past her teeth, wanting to explore as much as my hands do on the rest of her. My kisses are more hungry and urgent as my clothing is almost fully removed, my skin on fire as I remove the rest of her clothing in a flash.

I step back if only for a moment, my piercing gray gaze moving up and down her figure in apprehension. "You are an angel. Beauty and brains. Perfection." I whisper to her before I step back to her, hands cupping under her cheeks to lift her up and set her on top of the desk as my lips go back to worshiping her flesh. I start to move down her torso, kissing every inch of her stomach and hips as my hands massage the top of her thighs. I've always been about pleasuring my partner and this will be no different. Isolt won't remember any other men she's been with by the time I'm done with her. I'll make sure of it.



Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos



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