Show him your ass.

You stare into the mirror for a moment.

"There's something important I wanted to tell you, Elok," you say.

He chuckles. "And what is that, Kyle?"

Slowly, you stand up from the table. You turn away, nudging the chair to the side as you go. Once you feel as if you're in frame, you continue to speak, though for reasons unknown to him, you don't return to facing him directly. "I just wanted to say, fuck you."

"How charming. And mature."

You begin fidgeting with your belt. "Tell all your friends, if you could even call them that, to leave you now if they don't want to die along with you. Breiah? Fuck her too. She kidnapped me and brought me here, and I'm starting to think she's the actual brains, and you're just the small dick face of things. Meti? She's super hot, and possibly not actually evil, so I don't know what shit you have on her, but if she's listening to this right now, get the hell out of there. Anastasia? No clue how you corrupted a chaste cleric from Churchland, but you better not have done anything gross, you weird pervert. Ariusia? I dunno. Nae? Thank her for unintentionally giving me some sick ass armour. By the way, Alice is doing fantastic."

By the end of the speech, you're ready.

Elok peers in closer. "You're pathetic. I don't know what you're doing, but clearly you've lost your mind. Flounder all you'd like, but know that Lord Vraelion's army was nothing compared to my power. That dragon is nothing more than a fool."

"Well, you're right about that," you say. Then with the quickest, smoothest motion anyone has ever disrobed themselves, you drop your belt, your trousers, and your underwear nearly in unison. It's incredible impressive. After that, you bend forwards with your ass completely out. You take hold of your glorious cheeks, and you spread them good for the man on the other side to witness--two perky buns, and a single eye staring back at him. There you remain, because he needs all the time in the world to meditate on the image before him. He's been given the wonderful gift of the Demon King's ass in all its glory, so he should surely be overjoyed.

You hear the sound of fists hitting a table, but it's funnier to you if you don't turn around to see.

"You're disgusting!" Elok snaps. "Do you think this is funny? Are you drunk?"

Finally, you turn back around, letting him gaze upon your dick for a moment before lifting the mirror back up. "You're the disgusting one, Elok. You wanna know another thing?"

"I--"

You bring the mirror around back, press it up against your ass, and then disable the connection.