Circe's staff comes in all shapes and sizes. It appears to be a popular work spot for myths, especially those who like to let their freak flag fly without the Olympians breathing down their necks. The waitresses are gorgans, the assistant manager a minotaur, and the dancers are satyrs. While the restaurant and the servers present themselves with decorum during the day shift, anything goes when the lights go off. Glamours are thrown out the window and everyone lets out their wild side. Rumor has it Circe pays very well and offers her employees many other hidden benefits. She seems very eager to make a place where everyone, no matter who (or what) they are can be themselves.

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