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.

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Posted on March 17, 2022 by boone kendrick
North



Boone turned to look at her more fully as soon as she chair had slid itself closer to the barstool. She had no intention to leave this seat and it did nothing but piss him off. Why the fuck did people in this town feel the need to be in his business all the fucking time. He just wanted a good drink, maybe a quick fuck in the supply closet (his flat if she was good enough and warranted a round two), and a night that would end.

At her rather flat, vulgar comment, he raised his brow at her. A girl that didn't take shit. It was hot, if he had to admit such a thing. If she wasn't afraid to stand up to him next to the bar, surely she could deal with his...kinky fuckery. It was refreshing, really, and he doubted he would find another like it. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He'd learned a lot of bitches liked to be eaten out...which he was happy to oblige. It was his favorite food group. He liked it better when they dished out the same treatment as well. Nothing pissed him off more than getting a whore off only for her to refuse to suck his dick in return.

But before he could make the offer, she was signaling to the man behind him who was royally pissed the fuck off that he had been tossed on the floor. Boone rolled his eyes (an ability that could be matched by no one) before he turned in his seat to look at the red-haired man reeking of ale. Boone took one sip of his ale before placing it carefully on the countertop.

And in a quick motion (far quicker than he should be given his state of intoxication), he pulled back his fist and sent it flying in the direction of the other's jaw. It collided, the pain hardly recognizable. Boone could have sworn he saw stars and birds flying across the man's head as his eyes rolled back and the man fell backward. He hit the floor with a loud thud, the other's deadweight hitting the wood floor without regard to much of anything. Boone looked down at the man, watching as his eyes closed and he laid down for a long nap.

Satisfied, Boone turned back to the bartop, grabbing his pint of ale and finishing it in a long chug. He set the glass down as he looked up at the bartender with a glare that demanded it be refilled. The man went on about how such violence wasn't tolerated or some shit like that. "Don't get your panties in a wad. He'll be unconscious for an hour or two. I'll be gone by the time he comes around." Which was true. Boone had no intention of staying longer than a couple of pints of ale. If no one sought his fancy, then he would simply move to the next bar down the street.



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