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.

but all we serve are empty words


Posted on December 28, 2016 by amelia marek
North



She stands there watching him closely as he turns to face her. She's always been a little self-conscious of her body when she was naked. She felt vulnerable and it wasn't a feeling she enjoyed all that much. She had always been modest, up until a few hundred years ago. She wore clothing that didn't show off much skin at all. Only recently had she been brave enough to really start showing off her curves. And even now, she was hesitant. She hoped Troy enjoyed her body. It was always a fear that she would cause someone to turn and leave. She really had no grounds to worry. She was a beautiful woman.

He's finally turning around, his eyes running along the naked curves of her body, illuminated by the crackling fire behind her. He seems to enjoy the view and his words cause a modest smile. "Yes, too corny. But you better get over here before I change my mind." Amelia would never change her mind when she got this far. But, she wanted him to stop staring and come towards her. She felt more comfortable with him close to her instead of eying her from across the room.

And it takes no time before he's standing before her, running his hand along her arm and it makes her shudder with desire. He knows how to press the right buttoms and she's thankful. His words cause a smile before she presses her lips to his lightly. "You're not so bad yourself." She grins before she allows his lips to press against hers in a hungry kiss.

As he easily picks her up off the floor, a gasp escapes her lips as she wraps her arms and legs around her for stability. She clings to him as he moves her across the room and lays her back down on the bed. He's eyes are feasting over her and she can feel the nervousness creeping in. But he seems to enjoy what he can see, so she remains quiet. Her breathing is becoming rapid with each inch his fingers explore. He is turning her on and Amelia does nothing to stop him.

His other free hand is resting between her thighs and her breath hitches beneath his touch. Hands grasp the comforter as waves of pleasure course through her body. She is very much enjoying this foreplay. Hips lips caress her abdomen and she feels the lids of her eyes closing just slightly. With each kiss his lips make, she can feel her body coming to life...electricity pulsing within her.

She feels him lean up and her eyes open, curious as to why his lips stopped their sweet assault. She smiles as she watches him remove his shirt. Eyes trail down his naked chest, over the muscles of his abdomen, and past the waistline of his pants. She knows he's just as turned on as she is. His lips are upon her again, his hands back to work on her breasts and the moist area between her thighs. She can feel a groan as she tugs at the button of his pants. Slowly, she unzips his fly, releasing the pressure. Hand strokes him there for a moment before they move to fist his hair in her hands. Her body is strumming with desire and she reaches behind her to grab the headboard. Her body felt like it was about to come unglued from all the sensation. It had been too long since she had been with a man and it was showing.

However, what Amelia was not anticipating was the makeup covering her numeric tattoo on the inside of her forearm. The fire danced over the ink, drawing attention to it. It was a strange tattoo to look at, the only tattoo on Amelia's body. It held a history of pain and suffering...something Amelia tried to always hide. She didn't like to draw attention to it. But it was in full view and no doubt Troy would be able to see the jagged lines of each of her seven numbers: 936285.

ooc: Doesn't bother me at all.




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