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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

i'll let you go if that's what you want108.93.10.156Posted On November 12, 2017 at 4:21 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been


There were times when Isolt fell victim to the enduring fear that she had become one of those people, stricken blind by the love that they bore for another despite all of the prevailing inclinations that it might eventually bring about their destruction. She feared it most in the long, agonizing moments of his absence, when the assurance of his return was veiled in such uncertainty that she wondered if she might ever see clearly again. It was a crippling, pervading thing that had brought her to her knees in more than one private moment of absolute, unwavering despair. But it all seemed to disappear, to dissolve in the moment that he lay his hands on her, that he wrapped her securely into the sanctuary of his embrace. And so did it dissipate as he pulled them both to their feet, Isolt's bare feet leaving the icy coolness of the concrete stoop for a time as he simply held her there. Silently did she wish that he might never put her down, that she might never again be required to exist outside of the safety of his arms.

And yet, she draws from her lover if only just so she may regard him more astutely. She did, indeed, feel her current garments falling far inferior to the impeccably-cut suit that complimented his muscular physique with such brilliant precision. No sooner had she told him as much do his eyes fall to her figure, or as much of it that could be seen given the decidedly non-complimentary sweater than hung loosely from her otherwise agreeable frame. Even still does a flush blossom upon her upturned cheeks, an almost erotic warmth that extends its lascivious influence to far more intimate regions of her body as his eyes continue to rove a slow trajectory over her.

It is a warmth that only intensifies with the devilish look with which he besets her and the inquiry that purrs so subtly from his lips. The auburn-haired woman can hardly persuade herself to discern whatever sparse measure of innocence may have existed in the thinly-veiled innuendo. It is a battle poorly-fought, and one that she loses rather quickly before gazing into Damon's eyes. Finding that she cannot voice her response, Isolt merely bites into the invitingly supple cushion of her bottom lip, nodding as her fingers curl into the fabric of his tailored jacket and she leads him into the foyer that lay behind her. The door is quickly nudged to a close, the roses upon the doorstep forgotten entirely as their petals skate and skip down the dimly-lit sidewalk.



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