I want to search the master bedroom.

Of course you want to snoop in his master bedroom. What do you think you'll find there? What are you hoping to find there?

Pervert.

You find his master bedroom on the second floor, and at first it seems like a perfectly ordinary rich man's bedroom, with a sumptuous bed, heavy moire silk curtains, Turkish rugs, hardwood floors and cream-painted moldings.

And there's a freakin' chandelier in the room.

There's a desk to one side, but it has mostly correspondence. Clearly he was a letter writer. To whom? You wonder.

You open his nightstand drawer and, not unexpectedly, find his stash of sissy porn.

"I want to be the master's submissive sissy maid," says the first one.

"Trapped as the trophy wife of a horny husband," says the second.

The titles keep coming.

"**** to admit he's not a man."

"Mom says she wants a daughter."

"Trapped as a happy 50's housewife."

"Accidental maid service for the Men's club."

"A firm hand shows me the way: His obedient secretary."

"The gum is turning me into a bimbo slut!"

Some are graphic novels, some are books, some are very old, and some look like they've actually been commissioned by him.

You flip through some of them but then snap out of it when you realize you actually have a boner from reading this stuff.

What the hell?

You need to move on.

But maybe... I should look in the closet?