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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

i'm going to take you down to the river108.93.10.156Posted On November 16, 2017 at 4:52 PM by isolt griffin

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


It was a rare thing, indeed, for the customarily demure young woman to act so boldly with her lovers; surely none of the suitors in her mortal life had gained such a glimpse of the lascivious minx that seemed to hijack Isolt's mannerisms as she pulled her fiance insistently into the darkness of the foyer. She was cross with him for his abandonment, that could not be denied, and yet deep within the most protected and private portion of her soul there was an erotic leviathan unfurling from the abyss of a deep slumber. Awakened by Damon's presence after so long a time and ravenous for the beast that lay within him too. Slyly does she press her own back against the wall of the foyer, slender digits still twisted into the fabric of Damon's jacket as she pulls him to her. In the moments that he leans to kiss her, their lips meeting as if fate could not tolerate for them to be apart, a deep, wanton warmth spreads from the depths of her core down every appendage. Her body flushes entirely from a caress as simplistic as this.

Show me, she considers demanding of him, her mind cast in the darkness of the considerations of what, exactly, he might offer as penance for his wrong-doing. Yet before the invitation can even skate against the curl of her tongue does her lover resort to far more innocent avenues of conversation. Even still does a simper, impish in its very essence, draw its curve unto her cherry lips as she regards him through glimmering azure eyes. "Well, there is this one guy," she begins, casually hooking her fingers into the folds of his jacket to coax it away from his frame until it lands haphazardly upon the floor behind them. "He left his fiance all alone, without a word, no call, no explanation, and no way to satiate her... needs." Next does she move to the buttons of his faultlessly-pressed shirt, fingertips making subtle and prompt work of the fastenings before she settles them against his bare chest. "It's cruel, really, how needy she's become since he's been gone," the words hiss from her lips in no more than a siren-esque purr, her voice and her body calling, in unison, to the carnal beast that (though she has yet to truly encounter it) she knows crouches within him.

The supple bulbs of Isolt's fingertips travel a nearly excruiating line of leisure down the rippling canvas of bulging muscle that is Damon's torso until they halt upon the clasp of his trousers. Only then does she lean in, the inviting cushions of her upturned lips stopping just shy of his own, a single query leaving them before the delicate planes of her hands slide ever so smoothly into the front of his slacks.

"How would you punish him?"



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