City like this always feels a bit horny and a bit dangerous at the same time. You start as this broke delivery guy, running boring routes, talking shit to yourself in the dark streets, wondering if rent or your sanity dies first. Then one very wrong encounter later, your throat is open, everything goes black, and when you wake up you’re a vampire with a hard-on and a second life you didn’t ask for. It’s not some sparkly teenage drama either. People bleed. Heads crack. The game doesn’t fade to black when someone gets ripped apart, it actually shows you. And in the middle of that mess you’re trying to figure out if you want to be the tragic romance type or just a complete bastard corrupting every girl who crosses your path. One moment you’re having a semi-sweet talk with a shy “good girl” virgin who trusts you because you saved her from some creep, next moment you’re pushing her down on a stained mattress, finger in her ass, making her choke on your cock and calling that “training”. The writing really leans into that: one path lets you act like a protective love interest, the other like a walking red flag with fangs. Both feel right for a vampire, honestly.

What makes it fun is that it’s not only click through text and watch boobs bounce. You wander the city like in a small adventure game, poking into alleys, shops, shady clubs, even some weird paranormal spots. You pick jobs, take quests, grind stats, unlock new powers. Get stronger, get richer, get more dangerous. Superpowers and corruption go hand in hand: you charm a milf long enough and suddenly she’s begging to be your personal blood bank, legs wide open while you decide if you want to cum in her pussy or in her ass. Some scenes start almost wholesome, like you just giving a massage, a bit of teasing, a slow handjob. Then toys appear. Vibrators, plugs, collars. You pull her hair, make her ride you until there is a sloppy creampie dripping down her thighs, and she thanks you like it’s a religious experience. There is this nice whiplash between male domination and female domination too. You think you’re in control, then an older vampire girl puts a heel on your chest, jerks you off nice and slow, stops right before you cum and tells you exactly whose pet you are now. The incest angle is handled in that porn logic way: everyone acts like they know it’s taboo but they just keep going, touching, groping, “accidentally” walking in during masturbation, turning family drama into porn logic romance. And yeah, there is prostitution, actual street girls, deals for blood and sex, sometimes both at once. Some routes let you keep things romantic, soft kisses, gentle vaginal sex, cuddling after. Others push you into being a complete pervert, using mind control to turn a decent woman into a cock drunk toy who offers anal just because you smiled at her. It’s messy and a bit trashy and also kind of addicting, like watching late night anime that suddenly went full hentai without telling anyone.

Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.

Brother comes back home after vanishing for years and the game just throws you into that weird mix of “family reunion” and “what the hell actually happened”. It starts pretty normal: school days, awkward small talk, sister trying to act cool but clearly obsessed that her missing brother is finally back. She waited nine years, she’s not sane, let’s be real. At first it feels like standard romance VN with a bit of teasing, some tits bouncing in your face every other click, that classic “I’m your sister but I look like a hentai search result” thing. Her ass is huge, her chest is huge, her emotional issues are somehow even bigger. The game really leans into that contrast: cute everyday stuff at school, then you go home and there’s this constant tension, like everyone is lying and only the MC is too horny and confused to notice.

The interesting part is how the erotic scenes are tied to progression. You don’t just click through to unlock CGs, you poke into the wrong room, ask the wrong question, check a phone you shouldn’t, and suddenly the sister’s route heats up because you showed “concern”. Affection feels like a stat, but it isn’t just “do nice things, get boobs”; sometimes the right choice is actually rude, suspicious, almost cruel. I liked that you can be a bit of a shit and the game still rewards you. One moment you’re in a sweet, almost wholesome scene, touching her carefully, she’s trembling because she’s still technically a virgin and doesn’t even understand her own arousal. Next moment it cuts back to some brutal flashback with blood on the pavement, and people yelling, and your dick has to just sit there and deal with unresolved trauma. It’s kind of funny and fucked up at the same time. Pornhub tab energy but with guilt.

There’s actual investigation stuff too. You go around, ask classmates weird questions, dig through old reports, follow shady hints at night. Sometimes you’re chasing ghosts, sometimes it feels like a straight crime story, like someone in the family did something really bad and covered it with this whole paranormal angle. The game likes to mess with you: you’ll be in the middle of a clue chain and suddenly you’re in a softcore scene with your stacked sister pressed against you in the hallway, her ass grinding your crotch while she whispers about how scared she is of losing you again. It should kill the tension, but it kind of doesn’t. Or maybe it does and I just didn’t care because her tits were right there. The MC is that usual clueless male protagonist, virgin brain but thrown into a house full of secrets, and sometimes he acts sharp and suspicious, then in the next scene he forgets everything because she bends over in a short skirt. The mix of horror, crime, and incest-flavored romance is messy, not subtle at all, and honestly that’s why it sticks in your head more than it probably deserves to.

Euryale’s Gambit feels like someone took a horny myth nerd, a violent RPG fan, and that one friend obsessed with big asses, locked them in a Discord call, and told them “make a time travel porn game, no filters.” You play as Euryale, a smug little demon with huge tits and bigger attitude, dropped into 19th century drama where everyone is either bleeding, moaning, or both. The story pretends it’s about saving the future from some terrible fate, but let’s be honest, half the time you’re “saving the timeline” by shoving her face between thighs or letting her ride people until the screen is basically just skin, sweat, and some honestly ridiculous squirting effects that look like someone got a bit too excited with the particle settings. One minute you’re in a serious scene talking about destiny and ancient curses and all that, next minute you’re pinning some poor girl to a dusty couch and Euryale is grinding on her face like she’s trying to kill her with pussy. It’s chaos, but in that fun, trashy way where you keep saying “ok last scene” and then stay for five more.

What actually surprised me is how much the fighting bits and the lewd stuff like to bleed into each other. You’ll be in an RPG-style encounter, thinking it’s just stats and skills, then win, and the “reward” is Euryale basically turning the battlefield into a sex dungeon. One of the fights I had ended with the enemy on their knees, Euryale grabbing their hair, forcing deep oral until she’s moaning right into the AI voice mic, and after that she just flips around, sits on their face, and the camera goes low so all you see is her big ass smothering them while their hands are twitching. The group scenes get wild too. There’s one where it’s basically a demon myth orgy in some candlelit temple, bodies everywhere, and you end up juggling between ramming into someone from behind while Euryale rides another girl’s mouth in front of you, tits bouncing in this exaggerated 3D way that makes zero physical sense, but your brain is like “yeah ok sure I buy this.” The harem vibe creeps up slowly, first it’s one girl, then another, then family drama shows up with that “we probably shouldn’t” incest energy and suddenly Euryale’s got this little circle of lovers who all kinda want to fuck each other too. The lesbian stuff is honestly the best part, especially when she completely dominates some prim, 19th century lady, sits on her face, and doesn’t let up until she’s shaking and squirting all over her chin while the AI voice actress moans like her mic is right in her throat. The violence hits hard, then the sex hits harder, and the whole thing feels like a fever dream made by someone who likes mythology, porn, and making you feel just a tiny bit dirty for enjoying all of it this much.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.

Two middle managers in suits, looking all clean and professional on the surface, and underneath it they are absolute trash in the best way. This game drops you right into their mess when they decide that normal work is boring and slow and "easy money" looks way hotter than honest labor. At first it feels almost cute: late meetings that turn into secret make-out sessions in the office, her sitting on his lap in the chair while Excel is still open, him trying not to moan too loud because the intern is two doors away. That nice little honeymoon mood lasts maybe ten minutes, then the blackmail hits, and it starts to rot from inside. You push him to take one more dirty deal, let her flirt with the wrong guy to close a contract, say yes to one more "private meeting" with the asshole regional director, and suddenly the couple is not really a couple anymore, more like two animals who still think they are in control while everyone is pulling their strings.

The game really loves making you watch the slow slide. One scene you have her acting like a queen, heels on the desk, calling the protagonist a "pathetic little clerk" while she smacks his face lightly and makes him get on his knees. It looks like roleplay at first, like they did this a hundred times before, playful, horny, safe. Then you replay that same room later, same desk, same chair, but now she is on her knees in front of a guy she clearly hates, doing oral because she knows if she refuses, a certain video with the protagonist jerking off in the office bathroom is going to every employee chat group. You see the difference in her eyes, not in some dramatic monologue, just in tiny details: she hesitates, swallows hard, forces a fake smile that breaks in the middle. He is not even in the room, and you still feel like the humiliation hits him as much as her. The dev is a bit obsessed with spanking, by the way. Like every second route finds an excuse to have someone bent over a desk, ass red, either enjoying it too much or pretending they hate it when they clearly do not. Sometimes it feels hot, sometimes it feels like the punishment is for the player's choices, not theirs. And then there are these violent scenes that show up out of nowhere, no build up, just "oh, by the way, you pissed off the wrong guy, here is a bloody nose and a boot on your chest." It can be a bit much when all you wanted was to watch your character jerk off in the office to his boss' photo in peace.

What got me most is how often the game makes you choose between protecting your ego and protecting the relationship. There is this moment where you can force her to "prove" she is loyal by letting you search her phone, and if you take that path, the whole tone of the bedroom shifts. Sex becomes this weird mix of need and interrogation. You fuck her while asking questions like "Who touched you" and the scene leans right into that toxic energy, with her whispering answers while riding you, moaning and then suddenly going quiet when you grab her by the throat a little too tight. Another path lets you push him into full-on submissive mode, where he agrees to be treated like a naughty subordinate, signing a fake "disciplinary form" before she ties his wrists with his own tie and smacks his ass until it is red. It is funny and sexy and then she casually mentions in the middle that she tried anal with someone else and you feel your stomach drop while his cock still twitches. The cheating is never just "oh, she had fun", it always comes with this bitter taste of "you pushed her there, genius". The masturbation scenes are also everywhere, from stress relief in the bathroom stall with one ear on the door, to late night alone in the office scrolling through old pics of her while he knows she is probably with someone else at that moment. It is messy, dirty, awkward, sometimes mean, sometimes tender in a fucked up way. Not elegant. Not fair. But very, very human.

Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

Athens is on fire and horny at the same time, which honestly feels right for this game. You’ve got these three goddess sisters, all smug and divine and way too confident, wandering off their comfy island and dropping themselves into a city where gods, demons and succubi are tearing shit apart. It starts like some myth textbook that got drunk on Pornhub. One minute you’re standing on a marble balcony with a perfect view of the burning city, the next you’re watching a demon girl with horns and glowing eyes kneel between the protagonist’s thighs and take her time like she’s worshipping a temple. The game likes to pretend it’s about war and divine politics, but the story keeps shoving you face first into sex scenes where everything is wet, animated and way more intimate than the usual click-to-fuck stuff. I actually laughed once because a scene opened all dramatic with thunder and screaming soldiers, then cut straight to one of the sisters stroking off a captured demigod, slow handjob, her wrist flexing just enough, while she’s negotiating his loyalty like it’s part of the contract. Totally ruined the “epic” moment, but in the best way. Or worst. I still haven’t decided.

The female protagonist part hits different here because you’re not just watching her get used, she’s making choices that swing between “save the mortals” and “shove your tongue in that succubus’ mouth right now”. Some of the lesbian stuff is stupidly hot. One scene in a half-collapsed temple, there’s broken statues all around and blood on the floor, and still the game slows down for this quiet moment where she’s going down on her own sister, gentle at first, then more desperate, like they both know the Olympians are hunting them but can’t keep their hands off each other. It should be tragic, but I was mostly focused on how detailed the licking animation was. The incest angle is not shy at all: kisses that last too long, hands under robes, soft moans echoing against stone walls, like the whole pantheon is listening. At some point a god’s head literally gets smashed in right after a blowjob, blood spraying on marble, and I was just sitting there like, what the hell, my dick and my brain are absolutely not on the same page. The 3D models look great in motion, breasts actually bounce when someone gets pinned to the floor, but then a random background NPC will have a face like a melted potato and you can’t unsee it. Still, the game keeps dragging you back in with these twisted little moments: a succubus gently wiping cum off the heroine’s lips with her thumb, a sister whispering “don’t leave me” right after she makes her climax with just her fingers, Olympian soldiers screaming in the distance, forgotten. It’s messy, horny, violent, sometimes weirdly sweet, and occasionally you’ll catch yourself wondering if the gods are the villains here or if it’s just you for enjoying every second of it.

Athena’s Revenge feels like someone smashed a Greek myth book, a porn folder, and a metal album cover together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, ship it.” You’re dropped into this hellish road trip with Stheno and Euryale, the kind of monster girls who look like they’d ruin your life and then complain you didn’t last long enough. It kicks off right after the last mess, no hand holding, no recap, just “we’re going to Hell to get Athena back, and we’ll fuck or murder anything that gets in the way.” Sometimes both. The world is all red glow, chains, and wet noises, with that chunky animated style where tits and asses move like they have their own physics engine. The first time Stheno walks toward the camera and her ass jiggles inside that armor, I actually paused and rewound like some horny archaeologist doing “research.”

The sex scenes are where the game stops pretending it’s about plot and just leans in hard. You’ve got monster girls with curves that make zero anatomical sense, demons with way too many tongues, futa surprise scenes that kinda sneak up on you in the best way, and this whole harem energy where every new ally or enemy feels like, “Ok, when do I get to ride that?” There’s one moment early on where the group hits a demon outpost, and instead of just slaughter, you get this interrogation that turns into a blowjob competition. Euryale on her knees, drool stringing, the demon’s cock throbbing in closeup while Stheno watches with this jealous smirk, like she’s annoyed but also kinda turned on. Then Igret shows up later, smug succubus queen, and her scenes are just filth. She wraps her tail around your neck, pushes you between her thighs, and it cuts between her face, that lazy half-lidded look, and her pussy grinding in your mouth while the background is literally burning. It’s stupidly hot. Then suddenly the story wants to be serious, talking about revenge and divine punishment, while a demon girl with huge tits is still panting on the floor from getting railed in the last scene. The tonal whiplash is hilarious and also… I liked it. Maybe. I think.

There’s a surprisingly nasty edge to the violence though. Heads get ripped off, guts spill, some angels and demons die screaming, and then five minutes later someone’s face deep in a slick pussy like it’s a reward screen. The harassment stuff is very in-your-face too, demons grabbing, groping, pinning the girls against walls, and the game flirts with that line where you go “hmm, ok, this is hot but also damn, dude.” Some scenes lean hard into that forced vibe, others flip it and the girls are the predators, like when Stheno pins a lesser demon, sits on his face, and tells him if he stops licking she’ll cut his tongue out. I kinda love her, kinda fear her, kinda wanna ask her to step on me. What really stuck in my head though is one tiny detail: the way saliva and cum are animated during oral. It clings to lips, stretches, drips on boobs, sticks to thighs, and they show it from these close angles that made me lean toward the screen like an idiot. At one point a demon girl swallows and a little bit spills out the corner of her mouth, trails down to her big tits, and I had to pause just to stare. Meanwhile, the choices you make in dialogue pretend to matter, sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t, but I still clicked like it’s Tinder with extra steps. And that one background sound in the citadel, that low humming thing? It got into my head and annoyed me for the rest of the playthrough, and I kept thinking I’d find an option to turn it off, but no, it just stayed there, buzzing, like a mosquito with a sound fetish.

Christmas lights, cheap tinsel, fake smiles and then suddenly the room tilts and your brain feels like it’s running on Windows XP in safe mode. That’s basically Becky’s life now. You’re in her head, this 21-year-old brunette with a body that makes every camera angle feel like it’s trying to cop a feel: big tits squeezed into clothes that are definitely one size too hopeful, ass fighting the seams whenever she bends to pick something up. It’s not just “oh wow she’s hot”, it’s that kind of heavy, bouncy flesh that makes every quiet hospital corridor sound louder in your skull because the game actually gives her weight. Footsteps soft on tile, the tiny swish of fabric when her thighs brush, the creak of a cheap chair when she shifts her hips. I’m a sound nerd, I notice this stupid stuff.

The “Vertigo” thing isn’t just a plot excuse, it feels like a constant little audio bug in the back of your ear. When Becky has one of her episodes, the whole soundstage starts to warp, like someone dragging a vinyl record with their finger. Background hum from the hospital suddenly dips, people’s voices slide slightly out of pitch for half a second and then snap back. It’s unnerving and kinda hot at the same time, especially when it hits in the middle of a lewd scene. One second she’s getting pushed against a wall by a woman in a tight nurse outfit, clipboard clattering on the floor, breathing getting faster, soft wet sounds starting up, and then boom, that weird heartbeat-in-your-ears effect kicks in and you feel like you’re going to tip over with her. The nurse here isn’t just “sexy outfit + boob window”, she talks to Becky like she’s a patient and a plaything. Latex gloves snapping, that faint rubber squeak when her hand slides over bare skin, the rustle of sheets when she pins Becky down for a “check up” that has zero to do with medicine. Slight moan in the left ear, a low whisper in the right, it’s surprisingly intimate for a porn VN.

Outside the hospital stuff, you get this slow-burn investigation mood where Becky tries to figure out what Vertigo actually is, and why other people have their own twisted versions of it. You walk into apartments at night and the whole ambience changes: fridge hum, distant city noise, floorboards creak when that older woman with the milf energy steps closer. She’s got that dangerous calm voice, like someone who already made a bad decision and wants company. When she leans in, you hear the faint clink of jewelry against her cleavage, her breath deeper, more confident than Becky’s shaky little gasps. Sex scenes with her feel heavier, more raw. Bedframe hits the wall with a dull thud, Becky’s muffled cries against a pillow, wet sounds not overdone but sharp enough you feel them in your neck. Then, in the same game, someone screams in another room, there’s blood on tile, and the sound design doesn’t flinch: impact is meaty, not cartoony, and the silence after is worse. No heroic music, just the buzzing light and Becky’s breathing going from horny to panicked. It jumps between lust, fear, curiosity so fast it almost feels broken, but that messy mood actually matches her: horny, confused, turned on by people she should probably be running away from, chasing answers that only lead to more fucked up nights. I still hate one thing though: there is this one looping corridor ambience that has a tiny echo in it, like a spoon touching a mug, and once you hear it you cannot unhear it. Never fixed, just sits there, quietly annoying, while Becky’s big ass walks past another door that definitely hides something you probably shouldn’t open.