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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

;; the fantasy on your mind50.46.99.184Posted On May 21, 2016 at 10:30 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better

The pressure of Sebastian's hand upon the fairy's all too warm flesh instantly provided the vampire with exactly what he had desired, relishing in the sensation of Dorian's hips grinding against his own figure, the jeaned material far too restrictive for those primal urges that roared to life within the all too sensuous immortal. It was perhaps no secret that Sebastian disdained modern dancing if only because it so often consisted only of this. And yet, here in the comfort of his own lavish bedroom with the knowledge of what was surely promised to him, the vampire hardly minded that tactile sensation. On the contrary, it brought his own thoughts far too much towards the simple pieces of fabric that separated the two men and if it were not for the fashion at which Dorian slowly made his way downwards and out of Sebastian's grasp, the vampire surely would have made some means to remove that barrier then and there. After all, even he could only withstand foreplay for so long. Despite the impatience and longing that surely assaulted Sebastian, he remained nevertheless still as Dorian's lips further continued it's trail down Sebastian's chest and towards his stomach. Slowly, the englishman raised himself onto his elbows, his bright crystalline gaze settled entirely upon the fairy in an almost affectionate fashion as he watched Dorian's slow progression, all too inquisitive as to what the fae would do when he met his rather clear goal.

For a moment, Dorian's lips left the vampire's cool skin, instead straddling his form and briefly Sebastian found himself leaning forward, taking the opportunity of this pause to press his lips against Dorian's, fully content to distract Dorian from whatever had momentarily preoccupied his thoughts. After all, the vampire was entirely ignorant to how much time had passed unseen before the fairy's eyes. Jeans, had existed for the better part of Sebastian's own life and thus were hardly as mysterious to himself as they were to his companion. Nevertheless, Sebastian easily gave into the man's wants as the button on his own jeans was slowly undone. His hips raised upwards ever so slightly to assist in the fae's removal of the cloth from his hips. A small smug simper tugged at the lips of the vampire at the rather subtle raise of Dorian's eyebrow - all too aware of the fairy's surprise at his lack of undergarments. The astonishment, however, hardly seemed to last long before his companion had again lowered his lips to his skin. The vampire was all too aware of Dorian's touch upon his thigh, moving closer towards his groin and all too readily did Sebastian's body respond to even just the sheer proximity of the fae. At least, that was until Dorian suddenly pulled away from him.

A glimpse of concern crossed Sebastian's features as Dorian moved upwards, settling upon his chest with a chuckle on the fairy's lips. It took Sebastian a moment to realize exactly what the Dorian was doing - teasing him in the same fashion that the vampire himself so excelled at. The vampire could hardly suppress the roll of his eyes, a small simper crossed his lips at the sound of Dorian's voice, the want quite clear to Sebastian within the tenor of fairy's lyrics. "Je déteste voir ce que vous faites à ceux que vous ne trouvez pas assez ." (I'd hate to see what you do to those you don't find pretty.) Sebastian commented in an amused fashion through the retort hardly lasted long before the fairy suddenly moved, giving the vampire decidedly little warning before he found himself embraced by Dorian's hand. His lips parted, inhaling softly and abruptly at the final contact, his breath overall quickening as a whole. This, the way that Dorian had so masterfully played the vampire's body was particularly peculiar for the man.

In truth, Sebastian had never been with someone decidedly older than himself, at least, not after he'd past the 60 year mark. He had never truly been with an immortal to begin with, having largely stuck to the weres, witches, and mortals. The women he tended to bring home were decidedly easy - either requiring little foreplay whatsoever or anticipating his own work while merely expecting his body to just react in kind without any lingering attention. And the men? They more often than not were startled to find themselves even taking Sebastian home in the first place. Dorian, oh god Dorian, he was an entirely new realm. He was experienced as a lover, and for once, Sebastian found himself questioning whether or not he would be able to make good on his word.

For a few moments, Sebastian allowed the gentle caress of Dorian's hand before he found himself unable to simply let their foreplay linger on in such a fashion. Instead, the vampire reached out, hooking his fingers against Dorian's jeans, his hand's positioning the fairy exactly where he wanted him. He pulled Dorian up the bed just enough that the two men could be face to face without pulling him so far as to stop the sensation's Dorian's hand provided. Rather, Sebastian strove for his own access to Dorian's pants, wiggling them off the man's hips with decided ease. His own hands reached down under the strap of Dorian's undergarments, mirroring the man's reaction and finally giving him the touch he so ached for.



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