SORRY, WE AGREED WE'D JUST PRESS THE ARROW, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE SOMEONE COULDN'T HELP HIMSELF.

The third floor: your bubbled, dry, inner sanctum. Here you take a moment to bask in the glory of a perfectly curated collection of PREMIUM SATYR YAOI, your own endeavors sitting proudly side by side with works that represent the very heights of homoeroticism, each seme and uke in attendance poised and ready to dance through the sordid bordello of your mind at your command. You love everything up here, so it should be easy, which is to say incredibly difficult, to find something good to sacrifice.