An unorthodox solution

Michael's pace is faster than Eve's, and she has to hasten to follow him as he walks far away to not be heard by the crew.

"You didn't say anything!" she exclaims, mildly annoyed. "I had to do all the talking and take all the bullets! What is the meaning of this, I thought we were here to talk about our cause, not go through a trial!"

"We have to fuck her." he simply answers.

Eve shuts up, shocked and surprised. It takes her a few seconds to process what she just heard. "What? What do you..."

"It's just like with Mrs. Carpenter. She won't be convinced with words alone, but we have another way to expose our point of view."

"Are you crazy? We can't have sex with a news anchor on screen!"

"Shhh... Don't scream. Listen, I obviously didn't mean we should do it in front of the cameras, but we should make use of the ads break to offer her a quickie. In private."

She runs her hands through her blond mane, a worried look on her face. "Well... Maybe... You think you would get enough time to make her come?"

"Actually, I know I can do it, maybe more than once." he answers with an arrogant smile. "However, I'm not sure she would be that interested in me."

Eve frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You didn't notice how she reacted when you mentioned your relationship with Ayita? She was clearly interested, and not as a reporter."

Once again, it takes the student body president a few seconds to process the meaning of his affirmation. Once she understands, her eyes widden in shock. "Do you mean... I should seduce this harpy and...? All in a few minutes? I don't think I can do it... And I'm not sure I wan't to use my sexuality this way."

Michael sighs and put his hands on her shoulders. "Listen, goldie, it's not different from what we did at every Diversity Wedenesday, or when we enforced the mandate. We fuck for the cause. We fuck the racism into oblivion."

She looks away, her willpower starting to flinch. "Maybe you're right. But..." She looks back at him. "You're not entirely right. She's clearly into you, too. The few times you intervened, she was looking at your crotch, and she looked hungry."

The black man smiles proudly. "Maybe. I'm so used to it, I didn't even pay attention. So, which of us should do it?"