You start as this regular hotel employee, right, with a keyring that rattles too loud and a uniform that looks like something you’d buy on AliExpress at 3 in the morning. The place looks classy on the surface, but the guests are anything except normal tourists. You’re shuffling between rooms, doing the boring stuff like changing sheets and pretending to care about reports on some dusty office PC, and then suddenly you open a door and it’s like you just scrolled too far on Rule34. One room has Yoruichi stretching on the bed in that lazy cat way, earbuds in, phone open on Spotify while some low lo-fi beat plays, and she barely looks at you when she says she needs “help with yoga positions.” Another day it’s Nami sitting cross-legged with her laptop open on Excel, bra tossed over a chair, asking which panties look “more professional” while she keeps leaning too close on purpose. The game doesn’t even pretend you’re innocent. It just waits for that first moment you pause too long on a choice and then it grabs you by the dick, slowly.

The whole thing moves like a porn visual novel that doesn’t care about being smart, and that’s kind of hot. Scenes are short enough that you never get bored, but long enough that you feel that build-up when Esdeath closes the curtains with this lazy flick of her fingers and tells you the massage you suggested better come with “full service.” There’s animation in the right moments: little loops of hips grinding, wet folds opening around your cock, tits bouncing in just the perfect rhythm that makes you forget to blink. One time with Fubuki, you’re just trying to pick up some scattered reports from the floor and the next thing she’s pinning you to the bed with her ass pressing against your crotch, fake-scolding you for “being clumsy” while you can see she’s already wet. And the creampie finishes are not shy at all, they stay on screen, dripping slow, like the game is proud of the mess you made. Sometimes the pace feels weird, like a guest goes from “hello, staff” to “fill me up” in three lines, but because of who they are you don’t really care. I kept thinking I’d just fap once and close Chrome, and then I was clicking “next” again, wondering which room key would open on another anime girl needing “extra service.” Nobody told me cleaning rooms would turn into choosing who gets fucked raw on fresh white sheets, but here we are.

It’s weird how this game starts like it wants to be romantic, and then ten minutes later it’s already elbow-deep in pure dirty chaos. One minute Violet’s giving you that look like she’s pretending to be shy, the next she’s dragging you somewhere private and asking if you’ll “watch her with someone else.” I swear it caught me off guard even though the tags should’ve warned me. There’s a sense the dev probably reads too much late-night fanfic because somehow Rangiku shows up, then Tsunade, and none of it makes any sense story-wise but it *works*, in that guilty way where your brain says “nah” but your hand’s already on the mouse. The animation’s smoother than expected - especially that ridiculous scene with Fubuki teasing you through a half-open door, talking about her “training schedule” like that explains anything.

Anyway, what actually surprised me was how human some of the writing feels when it stops trying to sound like porn dialogue. Like there’s this one quiet bit after the whole netorase mess where Eric just sits, pissed off and turned on at the same time. It’s clumsy, messy, hot - exactly how that sort of fantasy should feel. But then it immediately ruins the mood by throwing in a crossover cameo from Makima, who literally does not care about continuity and just starts talking about control mid-blowjob. Still, that kind of randomness is what makes it addictive; you never know if the next click is gonna bring soft moaning or someone getting their ego destroyed. Kinda like browsing old adult forums again - half cringe, half fascination.

Oh, and whoever coded the exhibitionism scenes deserves a medal. The one with Violet teasing you in public while pretending to check her phone, yeah - that’s burned into my brain. There’s something slightly broken about the transitions, though I almost prefer it that way; it makes it feel less scripted, more like stumbling into something you shouldn’t see. I keep telling myself I’m done with it, then remember there’s still that hidden route with Tatsumaki and bam - back again, no shame left to lose.

Every time someone thinks they’ve seen it all in adult games, something like this lands on my screen and ruins my emotional equilibrium for a week. The title doesn’t tempt so much as it threatens, whispering that sort of “you won’t survive this, champ” energy. I went in expecting cheap smut; came out feeling like the game had crawled into my DMs and roasted me in front of everyone. You start as this soft little guy (the type who apologizes to his reflection) surrounded by girls who don’t just steal your dignity - they borrow it like a lighter, forget to return it, and then post stories about it. It’s filthy, but it knows it’s filthy, and somehow that makes it worse. I loved it. Or hated it. I’m still not sure.

What kills me is how funny it gets at the worst possible moments. Like, you’re halfway through this intense humiliation arc - Makima’s voice in your ear, a camera glitch flashing like divine judgment - and suddenly there’s this dumb pop-up referencing old memes that no one should remember. It breaks the tension just enough to make you snort, then it slaps you with another round of moaning audio so realistically mixed it makes your phone warm. Sometimes the choices feel meaningless, but maybe that’s the point? The dev clearly hates you, or loves you too much, or both. And don’t get me started on the night scene with Gwen Stacy - it’s not even about her, it’s about that tiny moral failure leaking from every pixel. You blink, and suddenly everyone is naked, cruel, and somehow emotionally devastating.

I’m giving it my personal “Best Game To Make You Question Your Internet Habits” award. Because between the absurd power plays, the totally unnecessary pregnancy subplot nobody asked for, and the occasional dialog line that sounds like a drunk AI philosopher, this thing dances between parody and therapy session. I tried to hate it but couldn’t; it’s just too confident in its own madness. Every edge feels like a dare. And yeah, I still hear her voice. Not sure that’s healthy.