"Not everyday I find myself here. Usually takes Vandros or Titus poking around to get me active."

Having fans is nothing new. Loyal fans are better any time of the day.

"Could someone hold my thongs? I have to do the rest of my laundry and there's been reports of a clothes thief on the station."

"You know most of my time spent in back rooms aren't just limited to private dances and fucking. Some people cry that their relationships are falling apart, others feel as if they can't find love to begin with. So yes, I'm a nean exotic dancer."

"Feltus and Tidus peeked around again, hmm? And here I thought I'd be the only one here providing the people a reason to like turians."

"Alright, I'll bite. Who's got a good pair of underwear I can borrow? Nothing skimpy, I've seen the assless trick before."

"Oh, up-lift-ing, believe me." ~Whilst under fire by blood pack goons. -Wards boy through and through -Closet biotic, rare merc and stretching the definition of "legal" occasionally. -Aimless bum most of the time -Bisexual, single by choice -MVRP -Ships, barely. //❤️ & 🔃

Camso's butt

Oh is that why he had a prickly feeling on his back that made him snap at his waistband to see if anything was crawling around back there? Uh, don't mind him. Just gonna stroll on home and try not to look unsettled while he adjusted his pants from the back.

It doesn't help that he stuck out like a sore digit- you don't meet many turian with black as the main palette. But hey, least he didn't live far- there just wasn't much place to hide out outside the apartment building he slid into.

Just gotta look for which window's lights come on, since it had looked dim in the corridor before Camso shut the door. Number three, number three's came on.

A visitor at this hour seems sketchy, but Camso was expecting someone. One of the Asari at the Afterlife owed him half their pay from the previous week because he covered for her and that traffic made him wanna q- Wait, this wasn't a sassy blue lady at his door. "...C-Sec?"

"What is it? I'm not on the clock so if you were hoping to pay for a pole dance I'm not marching back to the club so you have me on some metal."

All he got was the fact that Camso was wearing a wife beater under the vest that he came in with. Nope, his pants being slanted off his hips were normal. "Then what? Some turian R&R? I feel you'd be more about cutting to the chase than prolonging the inevitable."

"If you're serious, and not just some crooked cop trying to give me ultimatums in his favor then plant it on my couch and don't look out the window." It was boarded shut for a reason so best not to ask why. Anyway, Camso let Sparatus step inside and closed the door after him.

"I would know for sure if you busted in here thinking you were entitled to be in another turian's space like we're supposed to be glad you're here with us." Camso got back to what he was doing before Sparatus arrived, and that involved him digging in a bag of clothes.

"You never answered my question. What do you want?" That was better asked right now than anytime later because it looked like Camso was taking those pants off and unless they've been making new underwear behind the scene that was a full thong he had on.

"Greetings all. I hope you have a nice evening. I sure won't."

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You can't check Camso.