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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?69.145.144.152Posted On April 22, 2017 at 10:00 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Miyako is a bit flustered as he responds to her odd request, but she’s thankful that he doesn’t mind as she is slipping that sweater off, her normal olive toned skin pale in the lighting of the elevator. Sighing in relief, she drops the sweater along with the rest of her items on the floor, “Much better,” she smiles, “I can’t believe they still have the heat on, my mistake for wearing so many layers,” she rambles on, her cheeks a touch pink still giving her already innocent face an almost beautiful glow. As he states he doesn’t know how long they will be in her, a brief frown tugs at the corner of her mouth as she folds her arm over her chest, “I can’t imagine that they would forget about us,” though she chews on her bottom lip a bit nervously, it was late in the day. It had almost been five when she finished paying her ticket.

It was then that her chocolate eyes are tracing along his tattoos, curiosity sparking in her as she studies them a bit intently. She’s drawn back to his face as he speaks, a dark laugh rolling off his tongue, that sound licking up her spine. She stays put for the moment, studying the intricate designs of tattoos that wrap his arms, his rather well-muscled arms if she might add. Miya admires the detail and the hours that were surely put into it. The woman had never been brave enough to get her own, she found it to be a waste of money. She didn’t particularly want to spend money on something she might regret later, yet she still admired the artwork.

And that’s what these tattoos were, they were artwork.

Miya doesn’t blink an eye as he lifts his shirt up to show her that sculpted abdomen. Working in a hospital, she had seen many naked bodies, though perhaps not as fine as the man before her. Taking a hesitant step forward, she unfolds her arms as she closes that small space between them, her hand reaching up slowly, before her gaze darts to him, a curious smile adorning her features. “May I?” she asks, regarding to her touching his tattoos along his ribs. Waiting for his acknowledgment first, she then reaches out her fingers to trace the designs gently, as if she would wipe the ink right off his skin.

It was such an interesting feeling, the raised skin beneath her fingertips, it felt like scarring. In some ways, it was almost self-mutilation to do this to yourself. Still, the petite woman admired the work done there as she focuses on all the tattoos along his ribs and abdomen, tracing each one with a sense of wonder. She had never seen someone with so many before! It was his comment that has her halting her gentle fingers, her eyes darting to his again, her head having to tilt back to see his face. A small frown creases her brows as she looks at him, though her hand remains on his ribs, “I have too done crazy things!” she exclaims indigently. “I just can’t think of anything right now,” she blushes a furious red with embarrassment. How easily this man got beneath her skin!

Slowly, her eyes travel back to her lingering fingers on his ribs before she suddenly yanks her hand away, realizing just how close she was to the man. Taking a small step back, her blush deepens as she realizes just what she had been doing, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… well, you know,” she jerks her chin to his still bare abdomen, her eyes perhaps lingering a touch too long on his sculpted muscles. Though she had just removed her sweater, she found herself flushed all over, a different sort of heat tugging at her body now.

Miyako Aiken



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