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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 would hold onto it to spare you while reaching out for yours67.143.208.139Posted On December 03, 2017 at 3:34 PM by Damon Marcello



He didn't know the rules of the game just yet; he felt like he was only picking up pieces of them as they went along. She was a viper, poised to strike. He was helpless to her as she flipped him on his bak and held his wrists above his head, warning him to stay put. No touching. He thought that might be easy enough but how very wrong he was. She was vicious in her tempo, her body melding onto his like it was meant to be there. The groans escaped his throat like the pleasurable purrs of a cat. His pelvis thrust up to meet her, moving with the same rhythm and only then did it become so very aware that he was meant to touch her. His hands grasped the pillow behind him and only when he heard the audible ripping did he know that he was gripping it too tightly for lack of anything better to do. Grunting as she moved again, he reached for the headboard this time, his fingers making indents in the wood as he tried to control his breathing. It's odd how human you can feel during these moments when you don't need to breathe and yet it feels so natural.

His body awakened with every touch from her silken fingers. She was the musician and he was the instrument she was playing. As she reclined back, he groaned with yearning, his fingers starting to cracking the wood behind him, splinters starting to fall onto the mattress around his head. She was both a vision and an executioner, her hands tangling in her own hair where his was meant to be. He closed his eyes and arched his back, his pelvis thrusting up into her, his own show of a tantrum as his eyes reopened, almost black in their lust as they stared her down intensely. She upped the rhythm and his head snapped back into the mattress. "Oh, Isolt. My goddess. My fury." He whispered, watching her bite her lip and show off her beautiful breasts. How he ached to hold them, touch them, tease them to their peaks. He growled in his throat, the headboard splintering behind him where his hands used to be. He wasn't even sorry.

She suddenly pulled him up, her lips meeting his and he pushed against hers, making the kiss rough and deep, taking out his frustrations on her any way he could. As her tongue flicked against him, he grasped it in his teeth and sucked on it, giving it a playful nip, just enough to draw blood. His eyes glared at her teasingly. Then her hands brought his up so that he could touch her and he gave in with a ferocity, instantly grasping her around the waist and throwing her to the bed beneath him, all without breaking contact. He groaned again as he pushed deeper inside her, letting her hold his jaws as she brought his gaze to hers. At her sudden command, he grinned, his fangs elongated as he started kissing along her jawline. He kissed and suckled on the flesh of her throat, letting his fangs rake the surface teasingly before continuing down. His hands roamed hungrily down her body now, teasing each nipple to its peak before they traced down her waistline to her hips, kneading and massaging the flesh.

His mouth tortured her shoulder and collarbone before finding that perfect breast and putting it in his mouth. He teased and suckled before choosing a spot right along the top of her breast. Kissing gently, he then bit down, drawing blood and licking it up even as he pulled her body up to meet his, holding her close as he cleaned the wound before looking at her. "Like that?" He whispered before placing an too gentle playful kiss on the tip of her nose. His eyes gleamed at her, letting her know that he was so getting her back for all the toture. He wriggled on top of her as if to show her just how he expected to do so. Then he gave a hard thrust, taking her wrists to hold them above her head now, upping the speed and giving no mercy until he could feel her growing ever closer to that edge. He waited till the opportune moment that she might crash over and then he suddenly stopped moving, his eyes catching hers in a gaze that said "how does that feel?" Only then did he let her wrists go and sat up for a moment, studying her, his face softening. "I love you, Isolt. Don't ever doubt that please. Don't ever doubt that I'll come back for you."

He leaned in, trying to read her face, even as he reached down with his hand to tease at her, help push her ever closer to that edge again since he knew she would have lost it. He leaned in, slowly tracing up her nose with his own. "You are my world. I am nothing without you. I was nothing before you. I am yours." He said the words he never said, not to anyone. He always usually said "you are mine." It was his possessive nature, his need to claim something. But Isolt had become much more than that a long time ago. She proved again and again why she was more than a passing fancy. She was soon to be his wife, his eternity. And he couldn't wait one moment longer. He started moving, even as he kept teasing her with his fingers, pulling her back to that edge. He moved as she wanted until they both fell over that cliff of ecstacy and only then did he move to lay beside her. "Let's get married. Let's do it tonight." He felt himself say.



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