He ditches the script and goes with his heart

Dirk continues to make out with Mystee as Syntharra watches.

The director / maid kneels at the foot of the bed, eagerly eying the two as they continue on with the scene she wrote.

"No, this will not do," Dirk says as he stops kissing and fondling Mystee.

Mystee and Syntharra both look at him in complete confusion.

"Your kingdom is lost," Dirk says as he takes hold of the cheap costume jewelry necklace hanging around Mystee's neck and yanks it away. "You are nothing!"

Mystee moans and writhes beneath him, completely committing to the part of a horny, humiliated queen.

"G-Give that back! I... I demand it!" Mystee declares even as she squeezes her hips together.

"You dare make demands of me, you conquered slut?!" Dirk bellows, before pinching Mystee's tits.

She squeals in a mix of indignation and genuine pleasure.

"Clearly, you need to learn your place," Dirk says as he gets off the bed, leaving the naked and sexually frustrated Mystee alone.

"H-hey!" the dark elf protests.

"Your punishment shall be to watch a superior slut earn her reward!" Dirk declares as he pulls Syntharra to her feet.

"W-what?!" The two drow shout in unison.

"Disrobe yourself strumpet," Dirk theatrically commands as he makes his hard cock shake. "And receive your reward!"

Syntharra looks at him, her mouth wide open.