The DM was doing a good job himself, I must add. He'd been stunned at first, but I could see him gradually getting further into playing the roll of the captive Drow fighter. When Rogue would pause and ask if she needed to roll, that was usually when he'd describe the captive's reactions. He gradually went from out and out hatred to confusion, and then gradually to looking at her with something like hope. Both of their narratives, as well as the physical touches, seemed to be having the barbarian playing the role of the Drow as well, as he was looking at her with similar expressions... although something closer to affection at the moment.
Finally, she leaned close and looked him in the eye. She described how she also understood how it must be for him, personally, to be treated as a second-class citizen because he was male. How it must hurt him to constantly know that he would never be considered an equal, could never hope to climb as high in society. She told him she understood how he felt because her own city in the elven lands had been matriarchal, and she'd felt the same pain, even if it hadn't been as cruel. She paused for a dice roll, and then said, with the deepest and most sincere words I think I'd ever heard anyone say, that she was not a woman like that. They could be equals, if only he would help us. She paused, she looked at the DM. After a moment, we all looked at him too. His face was schooled into a mask, and I thought it must be because he was trying not to be as affected by the performance as most of the rest of us were. He was quiet, and then he said a sentence that both shocked us and, I think on some level, actually wasn't a surprise at all.
"He collapses against you sobbing."