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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?69.145.144.152Posted On May 10, 2017 at 8:25 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



That broad grin only widens as Miyako yanks her hand away, cheeks blushing furiously claiming that she was indeed not as innocent as she looked. A lie. One she knew he could see through rather easily. By god, the girl was still a virgin! The petite woman could never trust someone enough to simply lay herself bare to them in a physical and mental sense. Yet, here she was, eyeing that muscled abdomen, only drawing her gaze away when he finally drops his shirt, successfully covering those tattoos. Folding her arms over her chest, her lips pout a bit at his teasing and perhaps she might have made a snarky reply until he’s leaning against the wall again, his arms folded across his chest.

Hey chocolate eyes linger on the tattoos a moment longer before an unfamiliar word rolls off his lips. Brows shooting up in surprise, she eyes him curiously, her lips parted in fascination at the language she didn’t know. “What does that mean?” she asks, “That word you just called me, what’s it mean?” she asks again, waiting patiently for an answer before she returns to his question at hand. She falls deep into thought, not wanting to lose to his challenge. Though, she can still hear that teasing note coating his lyrics, Miya didn’t want to lose to something as simple as this.

What story could the girl share to this stranger?

It takes her several moments to think of a suitable story, her bottom lip being sucked into her mouth to chew on thoughtfully. Snapping her fingers suddenly, she unfolds her arms, a bit of triumph dancing in those eyes. Letting her slender fingers grasp the hem of her own shirt, she lifts it slightly, revealing a small scar along her side. Pointing at it, she glances down at it before she returns her gaze to Magnus. A wry grin dancing on her own lips, “When I was a kid, I asked my mom if I could ride my bike by myself around the loop we had by our house, she told me no. So, when she went to take a nap, I decided that I was going to do it anyways. I couldn’t have been more than nine or ten years old. I was almost home when I wrecked, I landed on a stick and it pierced right here,” she pauses a moment, pointing at the small scar, “And the end came out here,” she said, gesturing to the other scar close to the first.

Glancing back up to the man, she smiles broadly at him, “See? I’m not all that much of a goody two shoes!” She exclaims, a bit of laughter coating her lyrics. That laugh of hers was practically musical. Allowing Magnus to inspect the small scars for a few more moments, she finally lowers her shirt and runs a hand over the fabric to smooth out the wrinkles. “Just because I don’t have tattoos doesn’t mean I’ve always followed the rules,” she laughs again, her hands finding their position on her hips in a rather sassily manner. She imagined that her story wasn’t something Magnus was expecting to hear. Grinning broadly at him, she leans up against the wall again before letting herself slide to the ground, her legs extended in front of her, nearly touching Magnus’s own feet.

Smiling apologetically up at him, “Sorry, it’s a bit hot and standing is taking too much energy right now,” she explains with a small shrug, “You can sit… next to me if you’d like?” She asks, her hand patting the ground next to her. Giving him a moment to accept or to decline, she withdraws her hand and sets it in her lap. “So, Magnus, what crazy things have you done?”

Miyako Aiken



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