Amidst the strobe lights and pounding bass, Flume and CheatFaker's chemistry ignites like a spark on a short circuit. They're supposed to be working, but the music they're creating is a symphony of desire. Flume's hands, usually so sure on the controls, falter as he imagines them exploring CheatFaker's curves. CheatFaker, her voice dripping with seduction, sings lyrics that paint vivid images of their entwined bodies. The game they're playing becomes a dance, a tease, a promises of what's to come. Their eyes meet, and the rest of the studio fades away. The only thing left is the music, their pounding hearts, and the undeniable pull between them.