Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

The city feels cold as hell in this game, not because of the weather but because your rich-boy ass suddenly has to live like a “normal” student. Tiny dorm, cheap furniture, the kind of fluorescent light that makes your skin look like shit. You arrive there full of attitude, half annoyed, half bored, not really expecting anything except exams and maybe some boring campus sex. Then on that first lonely night you sneak out to buy snacks or whatever, and this is where everything flips. There’s this boy outside the store, skinny, layered clothes that don’t really fit, eyes a bit too sharp for someone who should be begging. Ash. He warns you about the area like he knows every dirty corner, every guy who is just waiting to drag some idiot into an alley. He should feel like a background character. He doesn’t. He feels like trouble you want to touch.

Back in the dorm you can’t stop thinking about him, which is kind of fucked because you barely know him, and also because up to now you were playing the “straight but open-minded” card in your head. You start justifying it as pity at first. He needs a place to crash. You need someone to help out with chores. Simple deal. Except when he actually stands in your doorway with his bag, the air gets so thick you almost click away from the game by reflex. He looks too pretty for “homeless guy”. Soft mouth, messy hair that looks like it should smell bad but you just imagine grabbing it. And the way he glances around your room, careful, like he’s scared to break something, that hits a weird kink. There’s this trap vibe to him too, sort of soft and androgynous, like your brain has to double check what your dick already decided. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast. Shared space, tight bathroom, shitty curtains. You catch him changing out of his layers, lean body, flat chest, a dick that doesn’t match how shy his voice sounds. You hover in the doorway too long. You look in the mirror to watch him in the shower instead of turning your head. The game knows exactly how to drag you into those moments where you “accidentally” see too much, then pretends it’s your fault.

What surprised me is how much the romance creeps up behind all the horny parts. One second you are staring at the way his underwear clings when it’s damp, the next second you feel weirdly protective because some random NPC called him a stray like he’s a dog. The choices matter in that quiet way where a simple “Do you sleep on the bed or the floor?” can snowball into him either trusting you enough to crawl under your blanket or staying politely distant. The tension is slow. You sit on the same shitty couch, shoulders almost touching, watching some dumb show on Netflix, and you feel your cursor hovering over every option that might push him just a bit closer. Sometimes he teases you, sometimes he just shrinks into himself, and there were moments where I wished the game would let me be more of an asshole but it refuses, like it is in love with its own sad puppy. The CGs are AI made, you can feel it in the smooth skin and slightly off hands, but they still hit. There’s a scene where he’s wearing your clothes, sleeves too long, dick half hard under your cheap sweatpants, eyes wet in that “I shouldn’t want this” way, and even if you hate AI art, you will stare. Sex is not fireworks, more like two lonely idiots trying stuff in a small room, touching slow, kissing like they both think it might vanish any second. It’s messy and a bit unpolished, like their first time is happening at the same speed as your own thoughts catching up to what you actually want from another guy. You might wish the city outside had more to do, more danger, more filthy encounters spying from windows or stairwells, but somehow the tiny dorm becomes its own little box of desire, where you watch him sleep, listen to his breathing, and wonder how far you can push this sweet, scared, pretty boy who keeps calling you kind while desperately grinding against your leg.

I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.

Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.

Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.

Government fantasy but everyone’s horny and badly behaved, that’s basically the vibe here. You’re this regular dude in a fucked up city where the “Order” controls everything, and instead of joining the resistance like some heroic idiot, you get your hands on a mind control tech and go, “yeah, I’m gonna use this to fuck people.” And the game fully leans into that. Every time you “liberate” someone, it’s not really freedom, you just swap one kind of control for another and wrap it in sex. One moment you’re pretending to care about your neighbor’s safety, next moment you’ve got her on her knees in the kitchen, mascara running, while her husband is in the next room watching state propaganda and you’re trying not to laugh. There’s a lot of that quiet, wrong tension. You click a choice and you know it’s scummy, but the game is winking at you like: yeah, go on, do it anyway.

The cast hits pretty much every guilty pleasure. You got the strict older women from the “moral committees” that end up on their backs, legs shaking, calling you sir like they’re the ones getting judged. There’s a high ranking inspector you can slowly break, making him call you “master” while you shove him into messy gay scenes he’d arrest people for in public. One run I had him on his knees in his own office, sucking me off while his big monitor still showed official reports and I swear that contrast made it ten times hotter. Another night, I had a family under my thumb, the mom pretending to resist while her son watches from the doorway with that dazed, corrupted look, and the whole thing spirals into messy incest corruption that just keeps escalating. Group scenes get wild fast: you start with a “discreet meeting” and end with a row of naked bodies, asses up, everyone glazed over, and you walking between them deciding who gets a handjob, who gets anal, who has to lick who clean. The voyeur parts hit nice too, like spying with cameras you installed yourself, watching someone finger themselves, then walking in and making them finish the job with your cock. It’s dirty, it’s mean, and sometimes the pacing drags a little in the non-sex bits, but the payoff when the next scene finally snaps back into some fresh humiliation or control kink makes it worth grinding through. It’s less “save the city” and more “own the city’s holes, minds, and pride, in that order,” and the game does not pretend otherwise.

You wake up in this quiet little town with that annoying feeling that you already fucked up something before even getting out of bed. The locals look at you too long, like they know you from somewhere, but when you push them on it they just smile and act normal. That fake small-town nice. Then suddenly you’re bent over a table in the back of some workshop with a horny wolfman grinding against your ass, and he’s whispering your name like you’ve done this ten times already. You feel every slow push inside, claws on your hips, your own cock pressed against the cold wood. You cum hard, he fills you, it feels too sharp and too real to be a dream. And then you blink and you’re back in your room, clean, alone, your stamina bar exactly where you left it. No mess, no scent, no one remembers shit. Except you.

That’s the main kink here, I think. The game keeps gaslighting you with your own orgasms. You explore town in this loose sandbox style, poking into alleys, stables, a shitty little church that clearly isn’t holy anymore, and every place has someone who either wants to jerk you off, chain you up, or “help you relax” with their tongue. Sometimes you’re in control, like when you grab the cocky fox boy by the throat and shove him to his knees for a sloppy blowjob, making him gag while you hold his ears like a controller. Other times you misjudge your condition, your health drops too low, and you black out right when things get rough. Next scene, you’re waking up with bite marks on your thighs, cum still dripping from your used asshole in the text, but the town pretends nothing is wrong. That part messed with me a bit more than I expected. Like soft psychological horror, just with more anal creampies and collars.

Sex variety is wild but it’s not trying to be “epic” or fancy. You’ve got beasts pinning you down in the barn, a smug cat guy who only gives handjobs at first and then slowly corrupts you into taking him deeper every time, a priest who absolutely does not follow any book I’ve ever seen, public groping when you walk around too worn out and clearly begging for it with your body language. You think you’re topping, but the game loves flipping that on you. One moment you’re dominating some shy dogboy, slapping his ass while you fuck him, next loop he’s the one shoving your face into the pillow and fucking you raw because “you looked tired again”. The transformation stuff sneaks up slowly, too. Little changes after loops. Maybe your cock gets thicker, maybe you wake up with a tail and nobody comments on it like it’s totally normal. That detail feels very chiptune in my brain actually, like when a melody shifts one note and suddenly the whole groove feels off, but cool.

Multiple endings are there but the game doesn’t treat them like a big thing. It feels more like you’re nudging a corrupt save file and seeing how much more broken you can make the town and yourself. Go more submissive and you end up basically the town toy, used in alleys, filled and forgotten. Push more dominant and suddenly you’re the one corrupting them, turning “nice” villagers into cock hungry pets who don’t even understand why they crave you. And still, every “day” you wake up in that same damn room, like a soft reset with cum-stained memories only you can see. It’s all pretty fucked, in a good way, and a little bit in a bad way I don’t actually want fixed. If they polished it too much, it would lose that weird glitchy horny-dream vibe it has right now.

There’s something oddly raw about this game that got my attention right away. You start as this young guy who finally runs away from a place that basically hates everything he is, and the game really leans into that feeling of being horny, scared, and excited in the same moment. It’s not subtle. The first scenes after he arrives in the new city already feel like that messy mix: he’s jerking off alone in a shitty room, scrolling Grindr and Scruff on his cracked phone, half terrified someone from the old country will see him, half desperate to get fucked senseless by the first older guy who sends him a pic. The camera lingers on his face more than on his cock at first, which I actually liked, since you can see that tension: he’s ashamed, but he can’t keep his hand off himself. Then the game slowly starts pushing him into contact with these older guys, these proper DILF types, each one a different flavor of controlling, sweet, manipulative or just bored and horny. It’s not a fluffy romance at the beginning, more like: who will own this kid’s body first. And he’s into it, that’s the thing. He pretends he’s just “trying things”, but he’s hard every time some graying, thick-armed man calls him “good boy” or tells him to shut up and swallow.

From animation / cutscene side, it looks like the dev had a lot of ideas and maybe not enough time, which somehow fits the story. Expressions are surprisingly specific: when the main guy gets pushed on his knees for the first blowjob with that bearded neighbor, his eyes do this quick flick from the door to the cock, like he’s wondering if he can still back out, then you see his throat work when he swallows his fear and leans in. There’s a nice little detail where the older man’s hand pets his hair first, then tightens a bit too much once the kid starts taking it deeper. The 3dcg is not perfect; sometimes the mouths look weird in side view, and there’s a sex scene on the couch where the protagonist’s hip clips into the cushion in a way that made me snort, but honestly that kind of broken thing made it feel more personal, less polished porn and more like some horny artist just kept going at 2 coffees too many. There are a few romance routes where you actually have to decide if you want the safer, “boyfriend material” older guy who buys you snacks and calls you cute, or the more twisted one who tells you he’ll help you with papers if you let him fuck you raw whenever he wants. Those choices hit harder than I expected, especially when a soft, cuddly cutscene later suddenly turns into him being pinned down on the bed, his wrists held above his head while he pretends he doesn’t like being used and you know he’s lying to himself and no one else.

What I enjoyed most is how the corruption feels emotional, not just “he was innocent, now he sucks dick like a pro.” You can see the shift in small scenes. Like there is a quiet moment after he gets ghosted by a guy he really liked, and the next cutscene is him doing a video call jerkoff with some random daddy from a hookup app, camera pointed directly at his ass while he fingers himself on a cheap chair. The animation dwells on the way he checks his own reflection in the laptop screen, kind of lost, kind of proud that he can make grown men beg in chat. It’s hot and a bit sad at the same time. That dual feeling pops up a lot: one route has him cuddling in bed with a more romantic guy after a slow, almost vanilla fuck, his face buried in chest hair like he finally found a home, and literally in the next scene you can push him to cheat, spreading his legs for another man in a public shower, water running down his back while a rough hand clamps over his mouth to keep him quiet. I wish the sound design was better there, the moans feel a little canned sometimes, but then a look he gives, that half-guilty smile when he realizes he likes being controlled, saves the whole thing. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, with a protagonist who starts out scared of his own dick and ends up jerking off confidently on camera while an older guy orders him around. I kept noticing tiny animation glitches and misaligned kisses, then suddenly there was this one angle of him riding his favorite DILF, sweaty and flushed, eyes locked, and I forgot every little complaint I had until the next stiff hand pose snapped me back.

Hector walks back into Rannai like a guy who thought he was over his ex and then sees him in the gym locker room towel around his waist and suddenly nothing is over at all. That is the whole mood here. You play this chunky badger healer who looks soft and hardworking on the outside, but his brain is just full of old wolf dick memories and the smell of wet fur and morning mist. The town feels cozy at first, like something from a cute fantasy VN, but then the game keeps poking you with these little horny needles. There is always a hand lingering a bit longer, an accidental grope that is not accidental, eyes catching you through half closed doors. I swear half the time I was reading, I was also staging it in my head like a burlesque show. Hector in a healer robe that slips off one shoulder, a big wolf watching from the dark corner of the stage while I slow turn my ass toward the lights. Yeah, it hits like that.

Cadgan is the reason your brain melts. He used to be the smaller reckless pup, now he is this big wolf wall with heavy shoulders, cold eyes and a quiet "do not touch me" aura that just screams "touch me anyway." Every scene with him has this push and pull vibe. He pretends he is distant, you pretend you are just there to heal people, and the game pretends it is going to stay wholesome. It never does. You get these tiny teasing moments where his paw brushes your hip when it really doesn’t have to, or he pins you in a narrow corridor because someone else is passing and wow what a coincidence his chest is pressed hard against your back. As a dancer I kept thinking: this would be a perfect routine. Low red lights, fog on the floor, me in badger stripes grinding against an invisible wolf, slow strip while some fantasy flute plays completely wrong music for what I am doing. The story has real romance under all the filth too, like awkward conversations about the past, little jealous flashes when other guys flirt with you, but it never forgets to be horny. There is voyeur stuff where people are way too casual about half open curtains, groping that starts "for medical reasons", and asses so big they might need their own health potion. I will only complain about one thing: at one point a character keeps touching Hector’s tail in every single scene and nobody comments on it and now it lives rent free in my head with no closure at all. Anyway, I closed the browser, opened it again, and my first thought was: okay, what if they add a DLC where Hector does "house calls" in the forest and the trees themselves get handsy. That is when you know a game got under your skin and probably into your underwear.

Dawn Chorus: Halloween feels like that one horny weekend trip you still think about years later, except it happens in the middle of cold-ass Norway and everyone is a fluffy guy with problems and a nice ass. You play as this bird dude dropped into a science camp above the arctic circle, staying in a guesthouse that looks way too cozy for how much pent-up sexual tension is inside. Snow outside, warm rooms, awkward nerd energy, guys in hoodies, the kind of setting where a simple “hey, wanna share a blanket” suddenly feels like foreplay. It sells itself as wholesome, and yeah, there are sweet moments, but the whole thing sits right on that edge where a shy hand brush on the couch feels filthier than straight-up porn. You’re hanging around with other guys, all furry, all different vibes: the quiet one who looks like he’d break if you kissed him too hard, the friend from your past who knows exactly which buttons to push, the one who tries to act normal during a ghost story but his tail is puffed up to hell. The Halloween angle lets the game push the tension harder: dim lights, fake horror stories, people crammed together in too-small rooms, everyone pretending they’re scared of ghosts when they’re actually terrified of being the first one to say “I like you, like you.”

The lewd part is less “dicks in your face in two clicks” and more “I’m horny because he sat a little too close during the horror movie.” You pick dialogue, you choose who you stick with during night walks, who you follow when they sneak off the living room, and the payoffs feel earned. There are scenes where you stand outside in the cold, breath fogging in the air, this big furry guy beside you, shoulders touching, and the game just lets you sit there in that painful, delicious almost-kiss. Then later it actually lets you go further, and when the clothes start coming off it feels like finally scratching a deep itch. Some routes get very gay and very direct, like hands wandering under blankets and heavy breathing in a guesthouse corridor that really needs better soundproofing. One moment you’re listening to some dumb campfire story, next moment you’re pressed against a wall, kissing so hard you forget the damn ghost subplot even existed. It annoyed me when a choice I thought was flirty turned out to be just “good friend” energy and nothing spicy came out of it, and the pacing sometimes feels like edging for too long, but at the same time that slow burn makes the first time you actually get your tongue in someone’s mouth hit way harder. It’s a cozy Halloween, gay furry romance where the real horror is how turned on you get from a shy smile and a tail twitch.

Riveroaks looks like one of those nice West Coast towns from Instagram, but this game keeps poking the dirty meat under the skin. You play this broke guy who gets kicked out of home and suddenly finds out his estranged dad is a porn mogul with a new gay studio that needs a handler. Not in the fun BDSM sense. In the “sign contracts and worry about profits while staring at six packs” sense. Half the time you are trying to pretend you are a professional businessman, the other half you are trying not to get a visible boner during casting. The fun part is how casual the world treats sex. Everyone already knows you are Leonard King’s kid. Baristas flirt with you like they want a role, gym bros stretch way too close, and every conversation has this small chance to slide into filth. One second someone is talking about lighting, the next they are describing exactly how they want to be fucked on camera, and the game just goes “yeah this is normal”. As a horror nerd I like when a city feels like it has a pulse, and Riveroaks kind of hums like something alive and wet. Every location feels like a different fetish altar. The arcade with sticky neon, the gym with its sweaty muscle cult, the cute café where the “nice guy” director talks about art and then asks if you are comfortable filming a three-way with a choke scene. None of this is subtle. Sometimes it is hilarious and awkward and horny at the same time, like when you are reviewing test footage and realize the actor is staring straight into the camera, dirty talking you of all people, and the dialogue actually acknowledges your flustered silence instead of pretending you are a blank self insert.

What surprised me is how much the management part and the romance keep stepping on each other’s toes. You choose what kind of scenes to produce, who to cast together, what kinks to push, and later you have to sit with the people you just turned into “content” and maybe flirt with them, or listen when they tell you about their trauma, or both. There is this one moment where you schedule a shoot with a cocky twink and a quiet older guy, thinking “ok, this will sell, simple power play vibe”, and by the time you watch the preview cut you realize they actually clicked emotionally in between all the deepthroating. Then the game asks you, softly but not really gently, if you want to push them harder next time for profit or let them have a slower, sweeter scene. Of course I picked the darker option because I am weak and also curious. The aftermath hit harder than I expected, but then the next scene is just a stupidly funny argument in a bistro over whose ass looks better on camera, so your feelings never get to settle. It is messy, like real life, only with a lot more cum. The main character is weirdly relatable too. Not some porn god, just this slightly lost young dude who keeps flipping between horny, bitter, and accidentally caring. One route has you teasing a muscular cameraman in the locker room, trading nasty jokes until he corners you in the shower and asks if you are just playing or if you want him to ruin you for real. Another has you sharing late night drinks with an actor who looks like he walked out of a yaoi doujin, talking about family while his hand sits a little too high on your thigh. The sex scenes commit. They use the dirty words, they linger on bodies, they let you taste that feeling of being looked at like fresh meat. Sometimes the pacing goes weird and you jump from intense emotional build up to “ok, we are sucking dick now” with almost no breath, but honestly that clumsy cut has its own charm. Porn is rarely tidy. In my head I almost read Riveroaks like a cult story, only the cult is gay porn, and instead of summoning Cthulhu you are summoning audience engagement with horny thumbnails. There is something quietly corrupting about how normal it feels after a while to treat desire as a spreadsheet thing. And then a cute guy smiles at you from across the studio, half naked, and you stop caring where exactly your soul went.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.