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.
I could never imagine the woman before me ever being afraid to show what nature gave her. Why would she ever want to? She's beautiful, a majestic creature unto herself, no matter her dark intentions for being created. I can never believe that vampires were ever created for anything good, but at least I know now that not all of them want to drain me dry. Amelia has had ample opportunities if she really wanted to harm me and yet she's passed up every single one of them and I won't forget that. She's something different, alright, and I think I'm getting hooked. At least I can make her smile with my bad pick up lines. I move to her, bringing my hand up as if I'm dipping my hat to her. Not that I have an actual hat on or anything. Not my style. "Yes, ma'am." I smirk before pulling her to me, planting my lips on hers for the long run. Or at least the rest of the night. That's where I plan on them being until there's better places to be, hopefully still on the same body I'm looking at. She seems almost shy when I'm looking at her but for the life of me, I couldn't imagine why she would be. She's got nothing to be shy of and everything to be proud of. I have to tell her so before I lose my nerve so I do just that and she seems to appreciate it. She smiles, telling me I don't look so bad myself and I chuckle lightly before assaulting her lips with my own, my fingers coming up to cup her chin gently, my thumb stroking the side of her jaw. I pick her up, easily carrying her to bed and the way she seems breathless suddenly is only helping my body pick up steam. I know somewhere deep inside that she doesn't need breath to live and yet here she is gasping for breath and I haven't even begun my conquest yet. Maybe I'm not so far out of practice as I thought. I lie her down and look at her some more, always more satisfied the next time around than before with the beauty laid out before me. I can feel her body tensing again in modesty but she doesn't move to stop me or to speak so I'm allowed to take her all in before I lower myself back down to kiss her once more. Her body dances beneath my lips as I let my fingers do their magic between her legs. She seems to be enjoying myself and while I know I'm already aching for her, I do like my women to enjoy themselves too. I pride myself on making a woman feel like a goddess when she's between the sheets with me. Why would I want it any other way? I stop for a moment to remove my shirt, feeling her gaze move over my muscular abdomen and I smirk to myself. I know I'm immortal but I can still put n weight so I have a strict fitness routine. Gotta keep in shape if I'm going to keep hunting down monsters and keep this world safe. Plus I love that look in a woman's eyes when I take off my shirt and it's like her dreams are coming true. I do have my ego to keep up after all. She groans and I feel her tug at my pants as I continue to tease and tug at her breasts, my other hand still working between her thighs. I can feel her growing wet and my body is tingling with the oncoming need to satisfy her completely and myself along with it. She releases me from my jeans and her hand starts to stroke. I groan and close my eyes, giving into the sensation of her touch as my body responds with a vengeance. She grabs for the headboard, her own body already climbing but I don't mind. I've been known to give a woman multiple orgasms in one sitting. I return to kissing her perfectly cushioned lips, my hand still caressing her but the firelight dances along her flesh and something catches my eyes, causing me to lean up for a second to take a look at her arm. I squint a little in the dim lighting, trying to make out the numbers, one brow rising as I take in the jagged look of it, as if they were etched with a knife. I can't help but glance down at her, my gaze soft but puzzled. |