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

come away to the water


Posted on October 25, 2015 by ASKAREE
North

Askaree Bint Bahar


"Maybe one day I'll show you how different my scales are... educate you," she hisses towards Davante, paying no heed to the notion of him as her potential employer. Heretofore he was simply a man lugging about an ego far too weighty, far too engorged for his head, for his own well-being. There seemed to exist quite a few of those around these parts, perhaps in the was in the water... or the booze. At least, she mused to herself, he was not half as obnoxiously over-indulgent in the lilt of his voice as that goddamn blonde beanstalk from the burlesque.

She allows a moment to pass so effortlessly through her fingers before turning to the dark-haired gentleman who appeared, despite what she would presume later were his best efforts, to appear unperturbed by whatever it was he was fretting over. A devilish simper creases the brims of her perfect lips, caramel skin aglow as he finally sees fit to take her hand in greeting. His facade may not have betrayed the plethora of misgivings he held regarding her company, but the moistening of his palm told a far different tale. Was he tremulous due to some flaw of character that had made him so, or was his qualm with the particular situation within which they all found themselves? Maybe time would tell. "It's a pleasure to meet you... Spencer." She offers a small measure of weight to the syllables of his name in a purposeful fashion as she withdraws her hand. Why so serious, Spencer? Chocolate eyes flow to the waitress as she attends dutifully to the request of the squeamish man, depositing a tumbler of chilled vodka before Askaree herself before sashaying off in a manner meant to be titillating.

"Here," she whispers subtly as she moves the tumbler to Spencer with an effortless swipe of two slender fingers. "You look like you need this." It is a purr, an innocently probbing prod at the man and his discontent. Truly it was the only reason Askaree might forgo the offer of free drink. Complacent with her efforts the Egytian woman turns to the man present who actually seems comfortable addressing her directly. She is a lesson in relaxation even now, dressed to the nines and lounging about in a locale that would seem unsuitable to any who might have known her with any level of intimacy. "It is... acceptable if we are in agreement that I'm not going to be some front-of-house lackey for you. We both know your regular clientele are hardly candidates for Mensa and no one can be expected to deal with that everyday. I do rather enjoy the chance to get out and stretch my legs, and the opportunity to do so would be much appreciated. If we can agree on that... then we have ourselves a deal." Just sign on the dotted line.



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