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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

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The smile broadens ever more upon Isolt's upturned features at Damon's jagged gasp, the caress of her hands tentative at first. Gentle, exploratory. So very often was this particular table turned askew, against her due to the demureness and the inherent lack of sensuality that were and had always been her custom. It had been quite a long while before the youthful vampire had been willing to allow herself such wanton displays of lust in the presence of her lover, and even now such showings were precious few. But tonight, however... tonight she sought to lure his basal self from beyond the veneer of practiced confidence that seemed to define him; tonight she would pour the honey of her siren's song into his waiting ears and beckon him forth with a tantilizingly curled finger. Tonight she would remind him what it was he had left behind.

Her grasp upon him intensifies as he sputters out the details of his own presumed punishment, the sparkling azure of her eyes lifting to find his, a knowing, foreshadowing stare all that she offers in response before the pillows of her lips fall to adorn the broad expanse of his chest with featherlight caresses. Had he been gone a hundred years Isolt would have been hard-pressed to forget the taste of his skin, the smell of his cologne as it curled so pleasantly about him, and the phantom warmth that radiated from him to eradicate their shared immortal chill. Her senses are nearly overwhelmed by him, every part of him calling out to the erotic leviathan that continues to uncoil within her as her plump lips run a smooth, achingly slow trail down his torso. Isolt pauses for the barest moment as the insistent caress of her hands is replaced by the ever more titillating embrace of her mouth, her fingers moving instead to rid him of the confines of his trousers.

The tempo she plays upon her lover is slow, even; a sweet, erotic torture which she delivers in a manner that is very nearly merciless in its efficiency. Momentarily do her eyes rise to catch his, a thousand unsaid things reflected therein. Yet she offers him only four simple words, to constitute the command he desires, as she lifts herself to her feet once again. "Take me to bed."



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