North
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.
What You'll Find Here
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
Eternity
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.
The VooDoo Room
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.
The Witchery
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.
'cause i'm hot like that
Posted on September 30, 2018 by amelia marek
Whether or not he was good at making acquaintances was irrelevant at this point. Amelia wanted to point out to him that being an asshole would never help his social game. She found that more often than not, kindness and respect tended to make far more friends than insults and sexual harassment. He was clearly used to getting his way and since she was pushing against him, he was finally learning that not all females worked in the same way. She tended to think she had more substance than the usual bimbo that came to this establishment looking for a stiff drink and someone to keep them warm at night.
She watched him curiously as he asked for a Riesling wine. So he liked classy, white wine. She didn't exactly pin him for that type of person. She watched him slip the bartender a $100 bill and she looked up at him. "He wants a Josmeyer 2015 Hengst Grand Cru Riesling if you have it." She grinned at the bartender and then back at Braxton. "He's buying me a glass as well." It was forward and brazen, but she didn't care. The wine was perfect, citrus and pear â€" her favorite.
She listens to him talk about a missus and she raises and eyebrow. He didn't seem like the marrying type. "A missus? And yet you're here trying to pick up women?" It wouldn't be the first time a married man tried to buy over her attention. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last time.
She had been too busy trying to figure out how to bail on the married man before she heard the shattering of glass. Eye lid rose in question as she looked to him. She watched him try to play off the action, but nothing passed her. "Clearly it did more than you're your blood boil." No one just shattered glass in their hand over something that made them angry...unless they were the aggressive type. If that was the case, she needed to tread lightly. "Is your hand okay?" She should at least be polite and make sure that he was okay...even if she wasn't convinced he was a good human being. She couldn't help being nice â€" it was in her nature.
However, she listened to his story, only nodding her head. She didn't want to try to figure out what sort of revelation she had drawn out of him. Perhaps he would change his habits in the future. She doubted it, but she could at least be hopeful.
The waiter poured them both a glass of the wine she had suggested and she took a sip as she looked back to Braxton. "We all have things in our past that we are ashamed of and things we'd rather not relive. But they shape us. They make us who we are." She knew this better than anyone. She didn't always used to be the kind woman who had the occasional drink at a bar. Like him, she had experienced things that she did not like to dwell on. She had been an unwilling participant in the Holocaust. But she never mentioned that. She wasn't even sure Troy knew that part of her history.
He speaks up and she takes another sip of her wine. Did she think ill of him? She was uncertain. She certainly wondered what had happened to him that would make him shatter a glass in his bare hand. "It leaves me with more questions than answers, that's for sure." And cautiously, she slips from her bar stool and moves to the stool next to him. Progress.