Go to the right

You walk down the passage and round a corner, stopping dead in your tracks. To one side of the corridor is a pair of male satyrs, kissing and groping each other. From the waist up, they look like hairy human men with scraggly beards on their chins and goad horns growing out of their heads. From the waist down, they look like goats, with fur, tails, hooves, enormous balls, and furry sheaths that their long, red cocks poke out of. One is dark and slender, his skin brown, his fur and horns black. The other is fair and muscular, his skin tan, his fur golden, his horns the color of old bone.

They haven't noticed you yet.