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.
Wrinkling her nose at the sweaty crowd before her, she lifts that bourbon back to her plump lips before taking another deep sip. Feeling it move down her body and spread to her fingers, she finds herself relaxing slightly in the rambunctious club as she props herself up with an elbow on the bar. It is with a similar accent to William's that has Vhal looking over her shoulder to the man that had taken a seat to her moments before. Eyeing him thoughtfully she briefly notes how many British men she had met since living in this city. Turning slightly towards him, she pushes her heavy braid over her shoulder to fall behind her back.
"No," she answers simply over the ruckus before scanning the crowd once more as if she were looking for someone before letting her blue eyes settle on the stranger next to her again. Of course, she would not find one person she knew out and about tonight, a thought that depressed the woman. "My hair is as natural as yours, though I find that not many others believe me when I tell them that," she shrugs nonchalantly before lifting the glass to her lips again and polishing off the amber liquid. Turning around she sets the glass on the table gently before waving the bartender down again. "Can I get another one?" she shouts over the noise and waits before she gets an acknowledgment.
Turning back to the British man she inspects him thoroughly but discreetly. He seemed oddly out of place in his pristine outfit tonight but she couldn't blame him, this was the first time she had been to the bar when such chaotic music and dancing had been about. Of course, Vhalla did not often accompany the bars anymore. Though she wasn't dressed to go dancing, her slick black suit fit in well enough with the exotic crowd, it made her look to be a part of the chaos happening in the VooDoo Room.
"It's rather loud in here tonight," she comments loudly enough for the stranger next to her to hear, though she isn't speaking to anyone in particular. Feeling the thud of the glass being set behind her, she swivels in her chair to reach once again for the alcohol. She could already feel the warmness spreading throughout her body, her toes tingling from the intake. It had been such a long while since the woman had drunk and while she had drunk a number of people under the table at a younger age, she now reserved alcohol for very rare occasions.
Grasping onto the glass again she peeks at the man again over her shoulder, inspecting him openly this time. "Aren't you a bit overdressed for this bar tonight?" she questions, though no aggressively it was simply curiosity that coated her words. While she waits for a reply she again enjoys a sip of the liquid again as it spirals down her throat and feasts on her senses without removing her gaze from the man.
Vhalla Solarn