Burned out barista flies to Rio thinking he’s going to “find himself” or some bullshit like that, and the game immediately throws him into the kind of vacation people only talk about when their main browser is on Pornhub and their incognito tab is full of brown skin, sandy beaches and sloppy oral. You’re this dude who spent way too long serving cappuccinos and listening to people complain about soy milk, and now you’re landing in Brazil with a cheap suitcase, a fried brain and exactly zero idea what you’re doing. Which is perfect, because the game pretty much weaponizes that clueless energy. One moment you’re half jetlagged, trying to figure out how to pay for a cab without looking like a complete idiot, next moment you’re standing in front of a beach bar, staring at a brazilian latina with legs for days, feet in sandals, laughing at you while she knows exactly how stupid you look. And yeah, she catches you staring at her toes. The game does this a lot: it lets you get horny in a really messy, human way, not like some clinical porn script. When she notices your eyes slide down, you actually get a choice. Look away and pretend you were checking the sand. Or keep looking and admit it. If you go for the second one, her smile changes a little, and you suddenly understand this trip is not about “rest”. It’s about how far you’ll actually go once no one from your boring cafe life is watching.

Stuff escalates slowly and then all at once. There’s the first beach party where everyone’s drunk on cheap caipirinha and outdated reggaeton hits, and you’re squeezed between sweaty bodies, lights, and this girl pressing her ass against you while her boyfriend is literally five meters away buying drinks. Or not her boyfriend. The game never makes it clean. It plays with that netorare edge in a way that feels more like a bad decision on a hot night than some hardcore fetish show. You get scenes where you’re sitting at a plastic table, sand under your feet, she slips off her flip flop and her toes slide over your crotch while she pretends to talk about “culture” and “Brazilian spirit”, and her guy is right there laughing at something on his phone. In one branch he catches on, in another he just stays blissfully dumb. Sometimes you feel like a piece of shit, sometimes you don’t care at all, and the script doesn’t try to clean it up for you. When she drags you to the water later and pushes you against the rocks to suck you off while the tide hits your legs, you remember that you were supposed to “reflect on your life choices” this year. Instead you’re getting wet sand on your ass and her mouth around your dick while she strokes you with the same foot that teased you earlier at the bar, making half-muffled jokes in portuguese you barely get. It’s romantic for two seconds, then filthy, then kind of romantic again. Like a party that smells like sunscreen, sweat and cheap perfume, and you only realize you lost your wallet when you’re already back in the hostel bed, still tasting her on your lips.

The game pretends to be about choices, and in a way it is, but it’s not that tidy “good route / bad route” stuff you see everywhere. You can chase a more tender vacation romance with one girl, share quiet moments with her on the beach at sunset, listen to her talk about trying to get out of the favela, kiss her slowly, feel her tongue slide into your mouth while she climbs on your lap, her bikini bottoms pushed aside so she can ride you carefully while waves crash in the background. Or you can screw that up completely by answering one question wrong and ending in some cramped back room of a noisy bar, where another woman drops to her knees so fast it feels almost transactional, letting you fuck her throat while her mascara smudges and her feet rub together along your shaft in a messy footjob that’s more desperation than affection. Sometimes it feels like you’re the tourist ruining people’s lives, other times you’re just a guy getting dragged along in someone else’s chaos. There is interracial stuff, yeah, and the game doesn’t treat it like porn category labels, just like reality: different tones of skin tangled together on sweaty sheets, breath in your ear, nails on your back, a leg over your shoulder while you go down on her until she pulls your hair because you’re too rough. It’s not “polished” at all. Some scenes feel rushed, some jumps between daytime coffee in a small cafe and night-time blowjob in a dark alley are jarring, and sometimes the tone flips so fast you wonder if two writers fought over the script in a Google Doc. But that messy vibe is exactly like a real bad decision vacation. You tell yourself you came here to rest. Then you wake up with sand in your shoes, bite marks on your chest, a girl’s phone number written on your arm in marker, and you’re already checking if she’s online while another woman sends you a message asking if you’re coming to the next party. The game never asks if you deserve any of it. It just lets you sink deeper.

It begins like it wants to be about family, but then it just… doesn’t behave. That first evening, when David stares too long at his coworker’s neckline, the game pretends it’s about choice, though every click exposes a new shade of self-deception. There’s something oddly literary about watching these people unravel: both of them pretending they’re still in control while the text just keeps baiting you with small, filthy possibilities that feel too intimate to resist. I remember getting stuck on a scene where Anna walks past the neighbor’s window wearing basically nothing, because she’s bored, or angry, or maybe trying to remember she’s desired. You don’t know. The narration doesn’t tell you. And that’s the best part - it’s dirty, but also confusing, like real jealousy. You’ll think you hate everyone in it, then suddenly feel sorry when someone moans at the wrong moment.

Sometimes it feels like reading a private diary someone left open on Steam by mistake. There’s a quiet, slow burn at first - teasing, staring, little violations that shouldn’t matter - but the pacing keeps tripping over its own guilt. The erotic bits come fast, almost abrupt, and the author doesn’t even try to clean them up. It’s clumsy in spots: a sloppy handjob described with too much sincerity, an argument that ends with spanking and shame instead of resolution. The whole cheating thread gives that sickly pleasure where you’re complicit but can’t stop. When pregnancy slips into the plot, it doesn’t feel planned - like the story just lost its way in the middle of the night and forgot what moral it was chasing. Someone on the dev’s Discord said it’s “romance with rot,” and that weirdly fits. You can tell it was written by a person who doesn’t trust love but still wants to taste it through someone else’s mess.

I think what kept me playing wasn’t the sex at all (though there’s milking - take that however you like), but the voyeuristic awkwardness. You’re watching a marriage decompose in slow motion and occasionally pressing “Continue” just to see if they’ll humiliate themselves even deeper. It’s ugly, honest, sometimes hot, sometimes exhausting. I closed the window and still caught myself thinking about Anna’s face when she realizes someone’s watching.

Phoenix is supposed to be solving crimes, but in this thing he’s basically solving who gets to fuck who first. It still looks like an Ace Attorney game at a glance, with the courtroom flow and the stupidly dramatic zooms, but the mood is way filthier. One moment you’re shouting “Objection!” and pressing a witness, next moment you’re peeking at Maya on that creepy WE-TRACK-U gadget and she’s bent over somewhere she really shouldn’t be, tits bouncing while she “accidentally” drops something for the third time. It keeps this weird balance where you actually care about the case, and then you forget the case completely because someone’s getting slowly corrupted in the background and you’re too busy watching. The writing leans heavy into parody, it constantly pokes fun at the original series, but then it turns around and gives you scenes that feel way too hot to be a joke. Bluecorp 2 is doing shady stuff again, sure, but the real crime is how quickly half of the cast ends up naked or morally broken.

Story goes from goofy to kinda fucked up pretty fast, and that’s where the netorare thing shows up. You’re the male protag, but you’re also this helpless viewer sometimes, forced to watch your “ally” get dragged deeper into sleaze while you poke around in menus and evidence. There’s a sick little thrill when you check the tracker, see a new scene unlock, and realize Maya’s doing something she’ll never admit later. Sometimes she’s just teasing, sometimes she’s getting used by side characters you wanted to punch from the first moment they appeared. Big tits are everywhere, by the way, like the artist was physically allergic to small breasts. Every time a new girl shows up the game practically shoves her chest into frame first, then remembers to give her a face. The voyeur angle hits hard: cameras, peeping through doors, catching a corrupt “training session” in a place that was totally innocent in the original games. It’s sleazy on purpose, and the point & click parts encourage you to poke every stupid hotspot, because half of them end up triggering some lewd animation or a dirty line instead of something useful. Trading cards of the girls are just pure fanbrain candy, like a horny gacha without the gacha, and I hate that I cared enough to try and complete the set.

It’s weird how this game keeps slipping between being horny and being kinda sad. Like one moment you’re scavenging a half-broken supermarket for canned beans, and the next you’re watching Tiffany bend over in that torn tank top, and you *know* the camera’s doing it on purpose. I thought it’d be just another zombie clicker thing, but then it starts poking at your nerves. You play as Mark, but you’re not really him, because half the time you’re watching what happens when he’s gone. It’s uncomfortable but also… hot? I don’t know. The animations are surprisingly smooth, not glossy, more like something someone obsessed over too long in a dark room. Her skin looks sticky in the flashlight. The moans sound too close, like she’s right next to your ear, whispering something you shouldn’t hear.

I wasn’t expecting the teasing parts to be so drawn out. There’s this bit where Alex “accidentally” touches her thigh, and you can tell she notices but pretends not to. Then later, the game just lets you wander around while that tension sits there, heavy. I thought I’d hate the sandbox thing, but it actually makes it worse - like you’re the one choosing to look away or not. The monsters outside barely matter after a while; they just groan in the background, a reminder that everything’s falling apart while something even messier happens inside. There’s a scene with oral that I didn’t think would hit me, but it’s messy and awkward and somehow more real than most. I wish the sound balance wasn’t so off though, the wet noises drown out the dialogue sometimes. Maybe that’s on purpose.

It’s not pretty, but that’s what makes it stick. The game doesn’t care if you feel guilty. It kind of wants you to. I kept thinking I’d stop after one more scene, but then I’d catch a glimpse of Tiffany walking past a broken window, the light hitting her skin just right, and I’d forget whatever I was supposed to be doing.

Happily married, nice house, good sex, normal life. On the surface it looks like boring vanilla couple from Instagram. Underneath, both of them are horny as hell and lowkey too curious for their own good. One day it’s just playful teasing on the couch, her sitting on his lap in those tight shorts, his hand sliding under the fabric while some Netflix trash plays in the background. Next time, she is “jokingly” sending a pic in her underwear to that fitness trainer from the gym, and you suddenly realize the game is not about simple husband fucks wife. It is about how far you let them go before everything breaks. Sometimes you control him, sometimes you control her, and sometimes it feels like you control nothing and just watch your own bad decisions catch up, like a slow car crash with big tits and messy creampies.

The nice part is how small it starts. Like, he scrolls through her phone when she is in the shower and sees some messages that are a bit too flirty. You can choose to ignore, confront, or pretend you are “cool” and play the open couple. You think, ok, I’m going for the honest, mature route, good communication and all that Reddit bullshit. Then the game slaps you with a scene where she is bent over the kitchen counter, describing how some stranger at the bar grabbed her ass and how wet it made her. The groping is not just random either, you actually see how her body reacts, how she starts to enjoy the attention, how her eyes change when another guy touches her thigh under the table. There is this one moment on a crowded rooftop party, she stands close to another man, short dress, no panties, your character sits opposite and pretends to laugh with the group. Camera angle shows her hand slowly guiding his fingers higher over her inner thigh while she keeps eye contact with you. You choose if you let it happen, stop it, or get off on watching. It feels like someone mixed voyeur porn, cheating fantasy and that “oh fuck I made a mistake” feeling into a cocktail.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. When she goes down on someone, you see tongue, spit, everything animated, her fingers digging into his thighs, him grabbing her hair. There is standard stuff like oral and vaginal, but it goes into anal and foot job territory pretty quick if you follow the more corrupt path. I actually laughed when she used her foot to stroke some guy’s cock under a restaurant table while talking about vacation plans with her husband, like this weird mix of TripAdvisor and Pornhub in one shot. And it’s not just her being used either. Sometimes she flips, pins him to the bed, rides his face, tells him when he is allowed to come, full femdom mood. In one route, she straddles him in the car, pulls his hands away when he tries to touch her tits, and makes him beg just for a handjob. Later on she lets another man finish inside her and then comes home to her husband with that “innocent” big ass bouncing on his lap, and if you chose the wrong answer before, he has no idea there is still some other guy’s cum inside her. You can get interracial scenes, shared partners, proper swinging situations where everybody pretends it’s just sex, no feelings, while the game quietly keeps track of every look and every tiny jealous reaction. It feels weirdly real at moments, like when he secretly jerks off to a video of her getting railed by someone else, hand shaking, shame and arousal fighting. And then ten minutes later there is a silly scene of her teasing him with her feet while scrolling TikTok, because this game never decides if it wants to ruin your heart or just make your dick hard.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.

Not Too Refined hits that weird sweet spot where everything looks polite on the surface and underneath it’s just… sticky. You’re in Laurel’s skin, this pretty young wife in a nice, quiet life that feels like it smells of fabric softener and passive aggression. The game doesn’t scream sex at you in the first second, it kind of hums it in your ear, slow, like a guilty thought you shouldn’t be having in the shower. You hear that soft ambient music, a little melancholy, like Spotify’s “late night thinking about my mistakes” playlist, and it sets the tone while you poke around in her daily routine. At first you’re just noticing how her husband is there but not really there, how conversations feel too polite, how the silence between them is louder than any moan in the game. Then the camera lingers a bit too long on her big ass when she bends, or on a hand that rests too close to her thigh, and suddenly the whole mood shifts. It still pretends to be a drama, but everyone’s eyes are constantly undressing her. It’s like those old NTR comics you pretend you don’t read, but here the pacing is slower, more patient, like the corruption is sliding under her skin instead of splashing on her face at once.

The best scenes are the ones where you feel like some kind of horny ghost, watching everything. You get this voyeur vibe when Laurel is trying to be a good wife in public, but the neckline is a bit lower than before, the skirt a bit tighter, and you know half the room is staring at her tits or her ass while her husband is on his phone. There’s a moment where she’s talking to another guy and the sound design does this sneaky thing: the music gets softer and you really hear the wet little click of her lips when she swallows, like she’s already thinking about putting his cock there instead. It’s subtle, then it’s not subtle at all when she’s kneeling later, messy spit on her chin, doing oral that feels more like surrender than fun. The game likes that contrast: soft-lit 3D scenes with this “nice girl” face, while her hand is wrapped around a stranger’s shaft, pumping him like she’s trying to forget her wedding vows on purpose. You can go from a quiet emotional talk with her husband to watching her get her pussy creampied by someone who absolutely isn’t him, and the fucked up thing is the story makes it feel kind of logical. Not wholesome, but like a train wreck you helped build, choice by choice.

What makes it hit harder is how the corruption doesn’t flip on all at once. You can keep her trying to resist, or you can push her into cheating, little by little. A touch that lingers too long. Letting someone grope her in a crowded space while she pretends she doesn’t like it, even though her breathing sound starts to change. A “just once” blowjob turning into her on her knees again, this time outside, half hidden, that exhibitionism rush buzzing in your chest because anyone could look. Sometimes the game goes full interracial kink and the contrast is front and center, his darker hands roaming her pale body, fingers digging into her big ass while she clings to him like she’s about to float away. Her moans get louder, more shameless, and you notice she doesn’t sound like that with her husband. Or maybe that’s just in your head. There’s this gross, delicious NTR tension when you know hubby is nearby or texting her something sweet, while she’s busy taking hot cum deep inside and then walking back home with it still dripping inside her. You get multiple endings too, some where she clings to who she was, others where the “good wife” mask is just gone and she’s this fully corrupted, hungry thing who likes being watched, touched, used. The game is kind of romantic, then it turns around and laughs in your face and gives you a scene where she’s getting railed in a way that sounds like flesh slapping meat in a cheap motel. Honestly I loved the pacing and also it annoyed me because sometimes I wanted her naked faster, but the slow burn makes the eventual groping, the first time she spreads her legs for someone else, the messy creampie you know she won’t confess… all of that feel heavier. Wrong, hot, and a bit too real if you ever stared at a ring on your finger and thought “what if I just break everything tonight.”

I didn’t expect the opening scene to slap that hard. You’re just standing there, half-broken hull around you, half-naked angel girl trying to look dignified while her collar blinks red every few seconds like some sick metronome. The captain walks in, voice like a bad radio signal, and you already know he’s going to be trouble. He touches her shoulder and - bam - your gut twists, not from shock, but from that weird cocktail of jealousy and arousal that this game keeps feeding you. It’s dirty, but not in the lazy way. The camera lingers too long, like it’s daring you to blink first. I didn’t. The whole thing plays out like someone’s fever dream of power and guilt and skin. Makes you feel complicit, which I kinda like. Some games treat voyeurism like a kink checkbox; this one makes it feel like a confession.

Then there’s that sequence in the maintenance bay - god, the lighting there. Blue flicker off the coolant pipes, the hum of half-dead machinery, and she’s there again, pretending not to notice you. The teasing is mean, but not cartoonishly so. She leans over, the slave tag glinting on her neck, and you can almost smell the metal. I won’t say the animation’s perfect - it isn’t - but it stumbles in a way that feels almost human. The moans don’t line up sometimes, and that somehow makes it better. You start thinking about the morality system that never really punishes you enough, about how the captain’s wives don’t even care you’re stealing glances, and then suddenly there’s a flashback about the fall of the Geniorcracy and I kind of stop caring about lore entirely. Maybe it matters, maybe not. What kept me there was that slow burn humiliation mixed with tenderness, like someone whispering “you’re disgusting” but softly.

Anyway, the soundtrack’s too clean, too polished - like it doesn’t belong in that filth. And I swear one of the sound cues is stolen from some old dating sim on Nutaku. Doesn’t matter. By the time the angel finally looks you in the eye, you’ve already forgotten what you were supposed to be doing.

Guy thinks he is in a normal sweet marriage, vanilla as hell. Morning kisses, boring selfies in the kitchen, Netflix, soft sex where you both kind of know what will happen. She blushes when you touch her, you feel proud because you keep it “pure”. That kind of vibe. Game starts very calm, like some comfy romance manga that accidentally loaded on the wrong website.

Then this stranger woman walks in and the whole thing just… tilts.

She is not subtle at all. She looks at your wife like she is already naked, but at the same time she looks at you like you are a toy she already broke in her head. I like how the game does it very quiet in the beginning. No big drama, just small scenes: a “friendly” hand on your wife’s lower back, a slightly too long eye contact when you catch her changing clothes reflected in a window, her sitting across the table and spreading her legs just a little, enough to make you wonder if you imagined it. The dev leans hard on that voyeur feeling, like you are peeking into your own life from the outside and still getting hard from it.

What got me is how the game keeps poking your idea of being a good husband. You want just normal missionary with your cute wife, lights half off, nothing extreme. She wants that too, she is shy, she trusts you, she believes you will protect her. And then the stranger starts texting. “Did you fuck her like I told you?” You start checking your phone during sex, which is honestly fucked up and also very hot in this context. There is one scene where you are inside your wife and the stranger is outside the door, talking loud on purpose so your wife hears her voice and gets nervous. You watch your wife trying to relax, trying to pretend it is fine, and you feel your dick get harder from her tension. I hated that about myself. I loved that the game made me hate that.

As a purist I came in for simple romance, kissing, some softcore cg, a bit of teasing, and I get dragged into this slow netorare spiral that feels too real. There is barely any wild kink, no whips flying around, nothing like that. It hurts more because everything looks like everyday life, just twisted. A hand on her thigh in a car. A “try this dress, I think your husband will like it” moment where the dress is too short for any normal day. A harmless “girls’ night” that suddenly has pictures from a club sent to your phone while you are home alone, jerking off to the thought that maybe someone else is touching her on the dance floor. You do not see everything directly, sometimes you only get a hint, a blurry photo, a shadow. Your brain fills the gaps and it is worse than any porn.

There is this one small thing that annoyed me: the chat sound effect is way too loud on my headphones and I keep reaching for the volume slider in Spotify instead of the browser, every damn time, and it breaks the mood for a second. Then she sends another picture of your wife’s panties pulled aside and you forget the sound again. I also kept fighting with the choices. You pick “No, I will stay loyal” and the scene still finds a way to make you complicit, like the stranger is saying “you can pretend you are resisting, but I see what you are really looking at.” It is frustrating in a good way and in a bad way. Some people will hate that, but honestly that is the point of this title. It is not here to make you a hero, it is here to push that ugly question: how much of your so-called pure love is just you wanting to own her body completely.

The sex itself is not crazy complex, mostly regular stuff, but the timing is brutal. Vaginal scenes that should feel romantic get corrupted by a door half open, a phone on the nightstand lighting up, the memory of how your wife smiled a bit too bright after spending time with the stranger. There is a moment where she says “I am yours” while you are fucking her and you remember the way the stranger’s hand rested on her hip earlier. You keep thrusting anyway. You tell yourself you are still the good guy. The game just quietly watches you lie to yourself.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.