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.
It had been a long time since she had been the center of someone's attention that wasn't Troy. While she enjoyed his staring, his staring WAS flattering. But if there was one thing she hated more than anything was being ogled by others. They always looked far too long at her curves, her breasts, her ass. They always lusted after her, wanting only to bring her home back to their place and have their way with her. Unfortunately for them, Amelia had never been very promiscuous. She had always been monogamous, never actually giving herself fully to her partner unless there were genuine feelings there. It had flustered the men who found her attractive, but she didn't care. Perhaps that was why her number of sexual partners could be counted on one hand â€" she was highly selective. Even if she was not already engaged to Troy, this man would have no shot at her. He probably harbored diseases.
She tried to simply ignore him. Her preference on the matter of staring at her had been stated. Whether or not he choose to heed her advice was his choice. Though, if she continued, she would certainly show him her true colors. She was not afraid to flash her fangs, to threaten to drain him empty if she needed to. If there was one thing she hated more than a simple stare, it was someone who did not heed a warning. The consequences of such would be severe.
However, when he spoke about his sissy drink, using the sarcastic tone that had only been present in her mind, she immediately knew he had some form of mind-reading. She knew he expected to see surprise on her features, so she intentionally made sure that she did not offer him that satisfaction. She would not let him win this round.
In addition to not showing him surprise, she also did not let fear flash across her features. Knowing that he could read her thoughts made her immediately think of Tenley. The vampire child born of her womb against all odds. If others knew that a vampire gave birth to a vampire child, her life and the life of her daughter would be at stake. This man was dangerous. He could blow her entire cover. He could be the reason she lost her life. It was no longer an issue about his drink â€" it was an issue about the deepest secret she kept. A secret there were very few who knew about.
He further explained why he had chosen the sissy drink. He wanted the attention. He was desperate. "I don't give a flying fuck why you drink what you drink." This man was a dick â€" a straight up, attention seeking dick that she had long ago cursed off. This was the kind of man who usually was attracted to her. Perhaps that's why her list of men she'd fucked with was so small. She liked men of substance and this man had nothing.
Taking another sip of her drink, she tried to cool her frustration with the man. She needed to calm down or she might say or do something she would regret later. The alcohol burned her thought and acted as a great distraction. However, the man's voice broke her enjoyment of her drink and she slowly cocked her head to turn to look at him. "Under two conditions. One â€" stay the fuck out of my head. It's rude. Second, don't continue to use cheesy pickup lines on me. You have no chance. Your hand will be your friend tonight." The vampire would definitely not allow this man to think that he had any sort of shot with her. She'd given him his two conditions. If he was to agree, she might agree to chat with him for a little bit.