Dalas and Mexivergas, opponents in debate, find themselves debating more than just ideologies. As they stand close, their eyes locked, Mexivergas' hand grazes Dalas' crotch, feeling the growing bulge. Dalas gasps, his argument faltering as Mexivergas strokes him through his pants. The room fades away as they succumb to their mutual attraction, Dalas pushing Mexivergas against the wall, their bodies grinding together in a dance of dominance and submission.