Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
In her hundreds of years of life (or death if you see it that way), Amelia had come to appreciate the flavor of a good bourbon. She had once been the one who only ordered mimosas or a fruity wine. She had been that person who didn't necessarily liked the flavor of alcohol, but she tolerated it. But now, now she had found a newfound appreciation for some good alcohol. After taking a sip, she allowed the bourbon to saturate her taste buds before swallowing. She enjoyed the burn...it made her feel alive.
However, there was something nagging her, even as she was trying to enjoy her drink. The man who had ordered the sissy drink had noticed her. Typical male. It was probably the cocktail dress. Perhaps she should have picked one that didn't quite dip so low. In fact, she could practically hear Troy telling her that her body was for his eyes only. However, Troy wasn't here. She liked the attention every now and then, but the man next to her had taken quite the long look.
At first she said nothing to him, preferring to simply sip her drink in relative silence. But she couldn't help but notice that he sent his drink back and ordered something different...a gin and tonic. It was another feminine drink. Amelia wondered for a moment in the man next to her was gay. He didn't necessarily make her gay-dar go off, but it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibilities.
She only glances over at him once, only to find that he was staring at her once again. This time, she slowly turned on her barstool to look at him. "Staring is not flattering." Her words were soft, but the intent was there. She didn't necessarily want him to be gawking at her all night. He had no shot at her â€" not when she was happily engaged to Troy Marks.
She could have commented on his drink, but she supposed she would be kind this time. She would let him enjoy his gin and tonic. He already looked like he owned the place...like one of those snobs she hated so much. She had money â€" but she would never act as though others were inferior to her. There was something about this man that she found curious. They were both clearly from money, but the way they carried themselves seemed so very different. It was curious, really.