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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 want to take your pain into myself so that you won't hurt108.93.10.156Posted On December 03, 2017 at 2:47 PM by isolt griffin

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I'm more alive than I've ever been


Her body had experienced few instances of nirvana that matched the splendidness of this, the sensation of his body meeting hers, the erotic and consuming pressure as he accepted this invitation that required no words. In this moment was her trepidation precluded, coalescing into the shaded abyss of a thoughtless nether along with all of the not-inconsiderable doubt that had buried itself into her heart. There was only him, the bulges of his muscles growing taut beneath her fingertips as she dances atop him. His proclamation seemed only to stoke the conflagration of lascivious yearning already ablaze beneath the pallor of her skin, Isolt reclining her frame just so that he may view her all the better; plains of lean muscle ripple seductively beneath the silk-like surface of her flesh as her hands rise to tangle within her waterful of auburn locks. She would offer him a show, the rosy buds of her breasts quite prominent as she pressed both her and her partner with a faster tempo, teeth nibbling upon her bottom lip in a fallacy of coyness. How long would he be able to battle the urge to lay his hands to her? How long was it possible for him to resist the dark allure of her cerulean gaze as it finds his, an almost daring glimmer skittering across their glossy surface?

It is an inquiry the answer to which she does not bide time to discover, instead pulling Damon up so that her lips might find his, the supple tip of her tongue flicking against his in a gesture that is naught but taunting in its very essence. The bulbs of her fingertips skate along his arms, cords of muscle pulsing beneath the surface, to bring his hands to the body that, for this moment, she shares with him. Only then do her hands reach up to frame his jaw, bringing his eyes to hers, as Isolt voices to her lover the very last command she will impart upon him this evening. A command she had heretofore not dared make of him and one that she issues in naught more than a whisper.

"Bite me."



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