This thing feels like someone peeked into a horny teenager’s brain, but then handed the controls to a guy who actually knows how to push on people’s weak spots. You start as this smug young dude in a house full of women who really should know better, and the whole “family” setup hangs over everything. At first it’s all little moments: someone in a towel that slips just a bit too low, a hug that lasts a second longer than normal, a hand that doesn’t move away fast enough on the couch. It looks innocent if you take a screenshot, but when you’re sitting there clicking and watching the body language go from stiff and annoyed to confused to “ok but don’t tell anyone,” it hits that corruption itch pretty hard. I’m poly, I like when people admit they want more than one person, but here nobody admits shit, they just slowly slide into it, like pretending it’s all an accident while you very much know it isn’t.

The 3D models actually sell it, especially the older women. One has that proper milf energy, big tits and thighs for days, with this tight dress that clings to her ass every time she bends over. The dev clearly worships curves. You get a lot of scenes that start tame, like “help her fix something,” and then somehow she’s half naked, muttering that this is wrong while not actually moving away. Stripping scenes pop up once people are more corrupted, often under some shitty excuse, like “you lost the bet” or “you need to show me you’re serious,” and the game happily lets you lean into humiliation. Blackmail shows up pretty quick too. You catch one of them masturbating, or you “accidentally” walk in when she’s changing, and boom, leverage. After that, you’re not seducing anymore, you’re pushing, and the game doesn’t hide it. There are moments where the main guy is actually sweet for three lines, then turns around and uses a photo to make someone get on their knees. I liked that, then kind of hated it, then liked it again. Sometimes female domination flips the script and she grabs your dick first, but it never lasts long before you’re back in control. What really stuck in my head was one bukkake scene in the living room, where this woman who started all shy and scared is kneeling, covered, breathing hard, staring at you like she’s both angry and turned on. While I was clicking through that I had Telegram pinging on my phone, totally forgot to answer, and when I came back I was still staring at her face thinking, “yeah, she’s not going back to being normal after this.”

Cheating is everywhere but nobody calls it that. People talk about “keeping it between us” or “this is only to help you,” meanwhile they’re riding the guy like they haven’t been fucked in years. There’s no real poly honesty here, it’s closer to a quiet sex cult growing in one house. Some scenes go all the way into sexual harassment territory, like you cornering a girl in the bathroom and not really giving her a reason to say no besides her own shame, and the game just… lets you do it. The writing jumps between kinda clumsy and surprisingly sharp; you get one nice emotional line, then three lines that sound like Google Translate on porn mode. I didn’t hate that, since English is not my first language either, it actually made it feel a bit more raw, less polished. One thing that annoyed me was how often the camera focuses on the same angle of a big ass pressed against a table and then just stays there while the text keeps going. I kept trying to scroll like on Twitter, but no, same shot, more dirty talk. Sex escalates from clumsy boob groping to full-on domination scenes with collars, spit, deepthroat, and that usual “you were a virgin but now you’re my personal toy” line that comes out of nowhere. There was a masturbation scene where one girl is lying on the bed, thinking about the guy, rubbing herself slow, then suddenly she’s moaning like she’s in a porno studio, and I actually laughed out loud, then immediately got horny again. It’s messy, morally fucked, often hot as hell, sometimes stupid, sometimes way too intense, and it feels exactly like something you’d leave open in a hidden Chrome tab and pretend you forgot.

Ayumi looks like that quiet girl on the bus you lowkey stare at and then pretend you didn’t, except here she’s a witch, futa, and basically public enemy number one. The whole thing starts with her already in deep shit, hiding in this creepy forest and trying not to get caught and burned, and I like that the game doesn’t baby you with long lore, it just throws you in the middle of her mess. One second you’re checking the trees for monsters, next second some huge-ass busty monster girl with claws is pinning you against a rock and sniffing you like you’re dinner and sex toy at same time. It’s survival but in a really horny, soft-brutal way. You’re trying to keep Ayumi alive, yeah, but also there’s this sick curiosity, like, ok, what happens if I actually lose here? And the game absolutely answers that. Sometimes too well. I opened this in another tab while pretending to type in Excel and instantly regretted not having a second monitor because the first corruption scene is way too obvious if someone walks by.

What caught me off guard is how Ayumi’s whole futa thing is treated. It’s just there. People care way more that she’s a witch than about the big cock between her legs. You get these scenes where she’s shaking from fear while some angry milf inquisitor is threatening to hurt her, and yeah, it’s intense, but at the same time you catch Ayumi getting turned on by it and you’re like girl, same, but also what the hell. There’s a corruption bar that keeps creeping up every time you let someone use her, or she masturbates when she should be hiding, or you pick the flirty option when a monster girl clearly wants to break her. I liked teasing the hell out of a certain tall, smug knight woman, having Ayumi act submissive and clingy in the dialogues, then flipping on a later route and watching Ayumi shove her against a wall and fuck her like some desperate pervert who finally snapped. The harem side grows kind of naturally, too. You start with one “ally” who is basically manipulating her, then suddenly you realize you’re half roleplaying a romance thread, half grooming your own yandere energy. I had Ayumi obsess hard on this one witch hunter with big ass and cruel smile, visiting her in scenes even when it was a bad idea, just because I wanted to see what new way she’d humiliate Ayumi this time.

The sandbox stuff is messy but in a way I kinda like. You wake up in camp, or a ruined church, or some weird forest shrine, and you decide if Ayumi goes gather herbs, sneak into town where everyone hates witches, or “check on” some girl she’s fixated on. I spent way too long just having her stalk the same milf innkeeper, watching the slow shift from awkward virgin energy to straight up sexual harassment. You talk to her, get gently rejected, then come back corrupted a bit more and suddenly your dialogue choices tilt into creepy, touching her hand too long, sniffing, staring at her cleavage, and the game doesn’t stop you. It punishes you later, kind of, but not enough to make you stop. One moment that stuck with me: Ayumi hiding behind barrels, watching two women in the bath, clearly lovers, and you can choose if she just watches and masturbates quietly or uses magic to “nudge” them, make them more rough, more needy, like she’s directing her own porn. I went full perv with the mind screw, and later when she actually meets one of them face to face, the girl acts different, broken in a subtle way, and Ayumi smiles this tiny fucked up smile. It’s hot and also a bit sick. I wish the game let Ayumi go full obsessive yandere faster, but maybe it’s better it teases it slow. If you play, don’t rush the main plot. Linger on the small scenes, the teasing, the failed escapes, the awkward handjobs given in exchange for “protection” that never really protects anything. Always push Ayumi a bit further than you think is safe. That’s where the good shit happens.

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.

Thief of Hearts feels like someone mashed together a heist movie and one of those horny late night VN titles you only admit playing on alt account. You start as this young guy who is way too calm about doing crime, sneaking around a flashy city that pretends to be clean while you basically fuck your way through all its dirty corners. The whole thing is built around planning robberies and at the same time slowly corrupting, teasing or straight up seducing people who should absolutely call the cops on you, but instead end up with your cock in their mouth. One moment you are checking security cameras, the next you are pressing a stacked woman against a school hallway wall, palming her huge tits while she tries to keep her voice down so no one hears how hard she is breathing. It has that vibe of “I know this is wrong, but I also really want to see what happens if I click the pervy option again.”

The school setting is used as a comfortable home base and also as a hunting ground. You get this fun contrast of doing serious planning with your crew and then walking into class to watch a shy girl pretend she does not see you checking her big ass every time she bends over her desk. There is animated stuff in the sex scenes, so when you finally push things too far, you actually see bodies move, asses bounce, lips wrap around your shaft. First time the game let me secretly watch two characters going at it in a locker room, I just sat there with that dumb grin like “ah, ok, we are doing voyeurism properly.” You can jerk off while spying on them, or wait and use what you saw to blackmail them later. It is fucked up, but also kind of hot how the story keeps mixing moral choice with “do you want to cum again?” The family angle sits right in that line too: you come home from a job and there is this milf relative in tight clothes, huge tits barely staying inside, bending to clean something and you get a dialogue option that is clearly not what a normal person should pick. You go from “innocent” hugs to fingers sliding under her clothes, to her on your lap, grinding slowly while pretending this is still just “comfort.” The game treats incest like another forbidden treasure to steal, not some big dramatic plot. It just quietly escalates until you are fucking her hard on the couch with her moaning your name and trying not to say the word that actually defines your relation.

Sex variety is solid and also a bit rude in a good way. There is teasing everywhere. Characters lean over your desk so their cleavage fills the whole screen, or “accidentally” press their ass on your crotch in a crowded bus, and you can either act cool or start groping, slipping your hand under skirts or inside tight jeans. Group scenes show up once your little team of specialists stops being just professionals and starts acting like horny thieves who celebrate every successful job with bodies instead of champagne. At one point I had two girls on their knees, taking turns with a messy blowjob while another sat on my face, grinding and losing control. Handjobs happen casually, like someone helping you “relax before the mission,” and then they suddenly pull your pants down and slide you inside, turning it into full on vaginal sex without much warning. There is stripping where a character starts just teasing, slowly removing clothes while you pick how rough or gentle you talk to her, and if you push the right buttons she ends up naked on the table, legs open, fingers working her clit while you watch, before you finally move in. The game pretends to care if you are a lone wolf or team player, but honestly I kept picking whatever choice looked like it would give more skin. It still somehow feels like a real heist story though, with tension and backstabbing and all that, only in this version everyone has a big ass, big tits, and half the important conversations end with somebody cumming.

Guy wakes up in a house full of walking trouble: a stacked “aunt” who definitely doesn’t act like an aunt, a pair of twins that share way too much, and everyone keeps pretending this is a normal family situation. It almost feels wholesome for like five minutes. Breakfast, small talk, a bit of school drama, some chores. Then the day snaps back like a broken save file and you are right back in your bedroom with the same morning wood, the same moves to repeat, and suddenly every tiny choice you make starts looking like the setup for something filthy. You see how your “sister” bends over when she cleans, how the milf leans down when she checks your homework, how one twin bites her lip when you sit too close during some shitty TV show. At first you just click around like a normal point and click nerd, but slowly the game trains you to look at every object, every door crack, as potential voyeur moment.

The loop gives you permission to be bold. Mess up a date at school? Who cares, it resets. Touch her thigh during a movie, get slapped, reload. Next time you wait until she is sleepy and her head is on your shoulder, and the hand just “stays there” a little longer. You walk into the bathroom “by accident” more often, catch big tits bouncing in the shower, watch her finger herself and do nothing, then reload and decide this time you knock, play the sweet guy, and later ask for “help” with your own frustration. It goes from shy handjob under the blanket to her tits squeezed tight around your cock while she whispers that it is wrong, but her mouth says something completely different. The school side of it is like a playground too: bored classmates who turn into dates, blowjob in some empty room, the classic romance path that somehow still ends with anal on a desk right next to homework notes. You flirt, fail, redo, and suddenly you are juggling a jealous girl from class, a hungry milf at home, and twins that keep asking if you like one of them more.

And the game is dirty in all the ways you secretly expect from this kind of setting but still grin when it actually goes there. You can stand by the bedroom door at night and watch someone masturbate, just breathing quietly while 3DCG thighs rub together, toys slide in, her voice doing that little half-cry moan that sounds too real. Or you say screw it and slip under the blanket when she is half asleep, let your hands wander her body while she mumbles your name and pretends to stay unconscious. Feet on your cock one loop, her ass pressed against you “by accident” the next, then she shows up in some half-assed cosplay outfit you hinted at during a previous run and suddenly you are fucking her in stockings, cum all over that ridiculous costume. Vaginal, anal, titfuck, messy blowjob where she chokes and keeps going, twins sandwiching you like some porn hub fever dream; the loop means you can be the soft romantic guy one day and a selfish, cheating bastard the next, testing how far ntr vibes and secret hookups can push this fake family until everything is twisted. It is trashy, horny, kind of sweet in weird moments, and you will probably tell yourself “one more loop” while opening the same bedroom door again just to see who is touching themselves this time.

The first thing that hit me in House of Secrets was that quiet feeling of being watched in your own place. Not jumpscare stuff, more like you walk through this neat, almost too clean house and every room remembers what you did inside it. You sit on the couch with your wife, she barely looks at you, her voice feels cold even through text, and somehow it stings more than the actual sex scenes later. The sound of her heels on the floor, her stiff posture at the dining table, the way she pulls away when you try to touch her, all that is written in a way you almost feel the texture of the air between you. I had Discord open on the other monitor, music muted in Spotify, and still the silence in this game felt louder than everything.

Then the blonde shows up, this shy girl who moves like she is scared to take too much space. When she first enters the house, the camera sticks close to her body, to small details, like the way her fingers tighten around the strap of her bag or how her shirt clings slightly to her breasts when she breathes in. The pov angle really sells it, in a dirty way and also kind of intimate. You are basically following your own gaze, you linger too much on her big tits, on her ass when she bends a bit too far while helping in the kitchen, and the game just lets you be a creep without scolding you. One of the hotter moments for me was a simple one: she leans over you to reach a cabinet, and the fabric of her top brushes your face for half a second. There is no sex there, but my brain filled all the rest. Then five minutes later you are in the bedroom listening to your wife talk about how you never pay attention to her, and suddenly you feel like a dick and still keep saving your progress right before every branching choice so you can see all the wrong options.

Stuff happens in small spaces. Corridors, the bathroom mirror, the gap of a half open door where voyeurism really kicks in. Watching the wife undress from behind the door, seeing that big ass she never lets you touch anymore, or spying on the blonde when she thinks she is alone, her hand sliding under her panties, soft wet sounds described without shame. I liked that the game is not scared to describe the mess. When you finally cheat, it is not clean porn. There is the weight of a body on you, the scratch of nails, the smell of sweat in a closed room, the awkward bumping of knees. She rides you on that couch that used to be just for boring TV nights, her tits bouncing in your face, and you feel this stupid mix of guilt and pure lust. The CG quality is sometimes a bit uneven, some angles look like the AI went crazy with shadows on the face, but the way they handle skin, the shine on nipples, the curve of a thigh pressing down on your hips, it all works too well in motion of the story. I got annoyed that some clicking zones are tiny, like the hotspot on a glass in the kitchen, and spent way too long hunting that instead of boobs. Also one late scene in the bathroom mirrors is hot as fuck, water running down her body, her back pushing to the cold tiles, and yet the game still pretends you might want to save the marriage after that. Which is kind of bullshit, but I kept clicking anyway.

Jake is that kind of guy you scroll past on Instagram, see the portfolio link, tap it “just to peek”, and then half an hour later you’re imagining how his hands feel when he tilts your chin for a better angle. That’s basically how this game feels. You’re inside his head, this up-and-coming photographer who pretends he’s all about “composition” and “light”, while his brain is absolutely stuck on the way that MILF client bends over the studio couch or how the model’s thighs part a little too slowly when she adjusts her pose. The whole story runs through his phone, like you’re living inside notifications. Chats lighting up, thirsty DMs, half-professional half-flirty messages from models who send “test shots” that are just softcore at first, until they’re not soft at all. One minute you talk about shoot locations and lens choices, next minute she’s asking if you’d keep filming if she took her panties off between takes. And you get to answer. You choose if Jake plays the sweet romantic type who pretends he’s shocked by a creampie joke, or the calm, dominant bastard who texts “Hold that position. Don’t move till I arrive.”

What surprised me is how much the game leans into the slow build. It teases the hell out of you. A model starts in nice, safe lingerie, doing normal fashion poses, but the camera angle keeps dropping, getting closer between her legs, her lips part a bit, her eyes lock on Jake, and you can practically feel the moment she stops “modeling” and starts actually wanting to fuck. You’re right there, POV, like you’re the one kneeling in front of her, adjusting the shot, while thinking only about how it’d look if she rode you on that same stool. There’s a crazy shibari segment too, really detailed, where a “creative concept” shoot turns into ropes sliding over skin, her wrists pulled back, chest pushed out, and you’re deciding how rough the vibe goes in the dialogue. It gets messy, in a good way: the game does not shy away from showing her stretched open, begging, then moaning when you finally finish inside her instead of pulling out like a good boy. It’s not only one girl either, you’ve got that slightly older client with the perfect mature curves, the more mysterious one who hides behind art talk, the one who acts like romance matters but clearly wants you to pin her to the studio wall. All wrapped in this phone-driven, modern life chaos where every unread message could be another chance for sex, another jealous hint, or another model offering you a “private session” with no clothes, no rules, just you, your camera, and how long you can hold back before you blow your load deep inside her while the shot is still recording.

Shawn’s story feels like watching that nerdy guy from the phone shop finally snap and decide “ok, I want pussy and romance, not just anime and cable management.” You start as this awkward clerk who spends more time staring at big asses and big tits than actually selling shit, and slowly you figure out how to turn all that hopelessness into actual dates, groping, and a messy harem situation if you want. It’s a point and click thing, mostly, but wrapped like a mobile game where you’re always checking stats, schedules, moods, messages, and thinking “ok, who do I text for a blowjob tonight and who do I take to the park so she doesn’t hate me.” It feels a bit like Tinder combined with doing chores. Sexy chores with footjobs and titfucks at the end if you play it right.

The three main women all poke at you in different ways. Palla is this lazy moocher roommate who walks around the apartment half dressed, constantly teasing, like she knows exactly how hard your dick is when she bends over the couch. First time I got to grope her “by accident,” in the kitchen, I actually had to put the phone down for a second. She complains, pretends to be offended, but you see the romance flags going up and suddenly you’re on the bed with her giving you oral, and you’re like, yeah ok, that escalated fast. Audrey is the one who roasts you non-stop, the kind of girl that calls you a nerd in public, then lets you finger her in the cinema if you picked the right dialogue two days before. I had one scene where I messed up a choice and she just walked away, no sex, nothing, and I had to grind work again like a clown just to afford a stupid gift to fix things. Amy is even worse. Co-worker who treats you like trash, and when you finally flip the script, you can go sweet romance or full scumbag. My first run I tried to be nice, gave her presents, asked her out to cute dating spots. Second run I just went horny goblin and rushed for a bathroom blowjob at the store. Both paths feel wrong and fun in different ways.

The sandbox structure is where shit gets interesting and also a bit annoying. You wander around different locations, click stuff, run into random events, try to keep everyone happy without blowing your cover. One day you’re having tender vaginal sex with one girl on a date after building up affection, the next day you accidentally line up a booty call with another and suddenly your whole “faithful guy” image is dead. I liked how you can be a sweet romantic nerd who sends flirty texts and brings flowers, or a manipulative seducer stacking a harem where everyone is sharing your dick, or at least pretending not to care. Sometimes it feels like you’re juggling too much. Money, clothes, phones, schedules, affection, lust, jealousy. I got lost once just trying to remember who liked which gift on which day, cursed at the screen, then kept going anyway because I wanted to see that one scene where she sits on your face after a long teasing build-up. That’s the thing here. You end up doing little boring actions for the chance of a hot event where you get a footjob on the couch, or she wraps her massive tits around your shaft and you forget all the min-maxing for a minute. It’s messy, horny, sometimes romantic, sometimes just straight up scummy, and it feels exactly like a nerd’s brain trying to manage porn fantasies and actual relationships at the same time.

The heat sits on that tiny apartment like a wet towel you can’t shake off. It sticks to skin, to clothes, to Rei’s thin tank top when she bends over the sink, pretending she doesn’t feel your eyes on her ass. She’s supposed to be “aunt,” or “family friend,” or whatever label makes it less fucked up that every time she passes in the hallway your cock twitches. She moves slow, tired housewife kind of slow, but every curve on her body screams she knows exactly what she’s doing. Soft big tits that fight against cheap fabric, hips that fill the doorway, that slightly sad smile of a woman who’s been lonely way too long and pretends she’s okay with it. Except she isn’t. Not really.

Then the old man shows up. Claims to be your grandfather. Smells like cigarettes and sweat and something rotten. Sets his suitcase down like he just decided this is his house now. You want to laugh, but Rei’s face drains of color and Sora’s eyes narrow like a cat that spots a mouse. She’s the daughter, sharp tongue and short shorts, always with a game console in hand, pretending she doesn’t notice how her mom starts flinching whenever the old bastard “accidentally” brushes against her. You watch from the crack in your door as he starts touching Rei longer than needed, his wrinkled fingers on her waist, on her ass, talking about “helping with stress.” At first she stiffens, then she forces a smile, then she starts making excuses to be alone with him. For “adult talk.” You know that tone. Corruption doesn’t happen in one big step; it happens cup of tea by cup of tea, “thank you” by “it’s fine, just this once.”

The fucked up part is how the game lets you poke at this situation, not like a hero, but like a horny parasite. You’re not stopping anything. You’re deciding how much you want to see. You can sneak to the bathroom door and hear Rei choking on something that is not a cough. The wet noise of forced oral turning into desperate, hungry sucking, where her gagging shifts into little muffled moans she would never admit are real. Or you stay “loyal” and still end up spying through keyholes while she rides that old bastard, her big ass bouncing on his lap, tears in her eyes but her pussy creaming around him like it belongs there. Sometimes she resists and then folds, sometimes she looks like she’s almost enjoying the rough grip on her hair, the way he talks to her like property. Sometimes you even get pulled in, not as savior but as another man claiming a piece of her, sliding into her raw and leaving your cum deep inside, while her womb already full of someone else’s seed. Interracial mix of bodies and age and power, all wrapped in that cramped apartment where walls are thin and secrets thinner.

Sora’s the little devil in the corner, seeing everything, pretending she doesn’t care. She catches you peeking once, smirks, and the next time she “borrows” the old man’s wallet she demands he plays along. Trading games is not about consoles anymore. She comes back to your room with flushed cheeks and messed hair, chewing on gum that wasn’t hers before, and throws a wrapped bill on your bed like a joke. She teases you, spreads her legs just a bit too far when she sits on your chair, talks about how “grandpa” is disgusting while her eyes sparkle with something way darker. If you push, she might open those legs more, might ask what you’d pay for a peek, or for a taste, or for the chance to paint her face white while her mom moans in the next room on someone else’s cock. This whole summer turns into a slow, sweaty spiral where ownership is just a word men use when they shove their dick somewhere and leave it dripping. Who gets Rei in the end, who marks her womb, who Sora decides to toy with, who really controls the house… that all comes down to the tiny choices you click while your hand is already around your shaft, trying to decide if you want to feel guilty or just enjoy watching everything good rot from inside.