"Well, 'request'," Nihlus laughs, unlocking the hoses that snaked out the side of his suit and letting them fall away behind him. "It was more like getting singled out of the crowd and then being hauled off to the nearest private room. That was my first day out on the Citadel and young as I was, I don't think I stopped blushing for a whole damn week."

He pulls his chest plate away and then unsnaps his pelvic armor. There's a bit of shimmying before his entire torso armor slides down, thunking heavily between his feet, leaving his arms and legs still covered. The Spectre side-steps out of it and the array of plates topples over somewhat ungracefully against the cowl piece.

"I always head there whenever I can. With the kind of pay Spectres make, it'd be a sin not to spread the wealth around." The shoulder plates come off next, and then the gauntlets. "Yanta started the place as a sort of sanctuary, getting people from rough backgrounds some honest employment. There isn't a better strip club to sink your hard earned money into, I think."