Orange Smash! feels like somebody took a lazy walk into a creepy forest, tripped over their own dick, and decided to stay there because the girl who found them was way too hot to leave. It is one of those short, horny visual novels that knows exactly what it wants to do and does not pretend to be deep, but somehow it still has little emotional stabs that catch you off guard. You meet Yuma in this empty, almost dead-looking forest, everything quiet, no people, just you, trees, and this girl with ridiculous chest physics and a smile that looks like trouble. She talks like she already knows you, touches you like you are already her toy, and the game never really explains her properly. Not in a lore way, anyway. Which is kind of nice. You just accept that this monster-looking girl with huge tits shows up, teases the fuck out of you, and that is your life now. I played it on my phone while half-lying on the couch, one hand awkwardly holding the screen, the other hand very much busy, and honestly the mobile aspect matters more than it should. It is the kind of thing you open between checking Telegram and Reddit and then suddenly you are stuck watching her slowly slide her tongue along the MC in this long oral scene that lasts just enough to make you forget you were even “playing” anything.

What I really liked is how Yuma is written like a horny gremlin instead of some perfect anime waifu. She jokes, she mocks you a bit, she knows you are staring at her boobs and she uses it. There is this moment early on where she pretends she is giving you a “reward” for surviving the forest, sits way too close, leans in so her breasts press into the MC’s chest, and just keeps talking casually about nothing important, like she is stretching out the moment on purpose. It is obvious she wants to fuck, it is obvious you want to fuck, but she keeps you right at the edge of it, brushing your thigh, whispering in your ear, her tail kind of wrapping around your leg like she is claiming you. It is slow, but in a good way. Then the actual sex scenes go the other direction, like “ok, you waited, now take everything at once.” The first time she goes down on you, she looks up with this smug face that actually made me stop tapping for a second. There is something really satisfying about how she enjoys it too, not just doing service. She drools, she laughs a bit when you twitch, she talks with her mouth still messy. Later, when she climbs on top and just sinks down, there is this quiet line she drops, something like “you are not going anywhere now,” and it hits both as horny and a little scary. In a good, “I live in your phone and own your dick now” kind of way. The creampie stuff is straight up shameless, warm and sticky and drawn with way more love than some of the backgrounds. I wish the forest had more variation, to be honest, but I kind of forgot about that once she started bouncing on top of the MC, her breasts moving like they had their own personality. It is messy, it is focused almost only on you and her, and that single track mindset actually makes it relaxing. You open game, you meet weird lewd girl, you get teased, you cum inside her, you stare at the last CG a bit too long, you close game, you think “yeah, I might open that again later” and then you go back to scrolling like nothing happened.

Bindr feels like someone mashed together a horny LinkedIn, a dating app and a BDSM diary, then gave you god mode and said “ok, you’re the guy who *made* this thing, now go ruin lives nicely”. You’re not some random broke loser swiping right on bots, you are the dev, the puppet master, the dude with the master key to the kink vault. Every profile you open is like spying on a different fetish ecosystem: rich brats who want to be treated like property, smug dommes that talk like they own your spine, “good boys” pretending they don’t crave humiliation while their tag list screams the opposite. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that forgot to be shy, where the romance route and the “put a collar on me and make me your slave” route are almost the same, just with different levels of lube and crying. You go from flirty texting to “here’s my toy box, pick something and tell me what you’ll do to me” way faster than any real app ever would, which honestly feels more honest than Tinder.

What I like is how it lets you switch vibe without asking permission. One chat you’re this smooth caring dom, praising her, teasing, spanking just enough so her ass matches the blush on her cheeks, then in the next match you’re the one getting dragged by a ruthless CEO type who uses her heels like negotiation tools and treats your balls like a poorly performing department. One girl suck you off in a quiet, almost sweet way, eyes up, hair tucked, and the scene feels romantic. Later there’s a tag combo of anal, multiple penetration and humiliation that basically goes “romance is cancelled today” and the same app suddenly feels like a porn dungeon with a search bar. Sometimes you think “ok this is too much”, like when a scene tries to mix cuddly romance talk with hardcore slave play in the same breath and your brain is stuck between “aww” and “oh fuck that’s rough”. There are moments where the BDSM feels more like checkbox porn than real power exchange, like someone went “we need footjob, throw it in here between the handjob and the creampie and don’t think about pacing”, but then the next match has this quiet little blowjob scene where she’s the one in control just by slowing down and staring, and it hits harder than all the whips. Also, tiny thing that drove me crazy: the way the in-game app noises pop at weird times, like a notification chime right when you’re about to finish a scene, completely killing the mood, and then it never stops doing that, like a horny Outlook calendar that hates you. You’ll be mid-anal, mid-slurping, mid-groping, trying to decide if you want to be the gentle romantic or the cruel bastard, and the game just throws another Bindr ping in your ear like “hey, stop cumming, new match”. Honestly, I kind of love it. And I don’t. At all.

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.

Offcuts feels like that moment when you come back to your old town, think everything will be quiet, and suddenly your dick is running the whole schedule. You play this guy who returns home after a few years away, and instead of boring nostalgia you get thrown into a mix of horny reunions and way-too-young-looking uniforms that definitely weren’t cut to school regulations. The whole thing plays like a visual novel you’d sneak on your phone at work, pretending you’re checking Slack or Outlook while actually tapping through a blowjob scene behind a spreadsheet. There is this weird comfort in it: old streets, familiar places, and then your ex-classmate in a tight school uniform bending over a desk in the same classroom you probably failed math in. It hits that “home, but dirty” feeling, where every hallway and locker looks normal until somebody’s on their knees and the camera gets real close.

What sells it for me is how the story flips between romance and straight-up filth without asking permission. One moment you’re having a quiet talk on a bench with a girl you used to know, helping her deal with her own drama, and five minutes later she is swallowing your cock in the back of the gym like it is the most natural conversation option. The game lets you poke at relationships: some scenes feel soft and romantic, like “I actually like you,” and some are "face pressed to the blackboard while you push into her ass and she tries not to moan too loud because class is next door." The anal stuff is not an optional side garnish either, it shows up in places that feel almost too casual. There is this one scene where you are supposed to be helping with school festival prep and it somehow turns into anal on a pile of decorations and I still don’t understand how the route logic got there, but I was not complaining. Well, I did complain about the text box being a bit too small on Chrome Mobile and I kept misclicking the skip button, and now I will stay annoyed about that forever, apparently. The 3D-style visuals give bodies a lot of weight and curve, especially in those bent-over angles, and uniforms stretch in that delicious “this is absolutely against dress code” way. Sometimes the romance goes a bit cheesy and sometimes the dialogue feels like the writer opened Twitter and got distracted, yet that also makes it feel more like a messy real guy stumbling through old crushes, jealous punks who might break his legs, and classmates who look innocent until they close the door behind you and drop to their knees. It is not subtle, it is not trying to be art, but when you are on Android in incognito tab on Chrome, tapping through a girl in a school skirt sucking you off in the old music room while you pretend to check WhatsApp, subtle is not what you came for anyway.

Snow outside my window, pussy apocalypse on my screen. That was kinda the mood when I started this one on my phone, half watching some dumb Netflix Christmas movie in the background. The game throws you back into this infected city that looks like it used to have normal people and now it has horny trouble with teeth and claws and way too much titty. You’re this husband trying to find your wife and the tenant, like some fucked up holiday reunion where everyone might be dead or wet or both. It’s point and click, but not that boring “click lamp, click door, click your own soul” kind. You poke around ruined apartments, bloody hallways, busted elevators, and every so often you stumble into these scenes where sex and danger mix in a way that really shouldn’t feel cozy, but it kinda does. One moment I’m checking cabinets for meds and ammo, next moment there’s a half-naked girl with big tits pressed against a cracked window, breathing heavy while she tries not to scream because something is walking outside. That tension actually works. You’re thinking “please don’t die” and at the same time “please keep playing with yourself, fuck”.

The whole thing is weirdly intimate. The animated bits are not Hollywood level or something, but when the wife finally shows up in my run, she’s got this soft romance vibe, like she still trusts him, still blushes when he touches her, even though there’s blood on the floor and moaning outside that is not sexy at all. Then the game whiplashes and suddenly she’s jerking him off by candlelight, whispering about how they might not see morning, while the tenant watches from the corner, legs tight together, trying not to show she’s turned on. That voyeur lesbian tension is my favorite part, actually. Small touches like eyes sliding away, lip biting, that moment when she “accidentally” brushes her hand over the wife’s huge ass while they squeeze past each other in a narrow corridor. Also, the incest angle sneaks in more quietly than I expected; you wander into one of the safer rooms and the way the dialogue goes, it’s pretty clear family boundaries are more infected than the city. They don’t slam it in your face at first, but when it clicks, some earlier teasing scenes feel dirtier right away. And there’s one virgin scene that actually feels like something, not just “sex tutorial”. Girl shaking, hands on his shoulders, trying to be brave while there’s distant gunshots outside. Romantic and absolutely not healthy.

I like that you can just wander instead of being shoved along a straight line, but sometimes the sandbox stuff makes it annoying. I got stuck tapping the same fucking door icon three times because it looked like it should open and it’s just… background. And then when I did find a route, the reward was a monster encounter that ends in graphic violence before the sexy payoff even starts, which kinda killed my boner for a bit. There’s this one scene where a monster drags a side character away and the camera does not shy away, it’s messy and nasty and feels like the game reminding you “yeah, this world actually sucks”. Then five minutes later you’re watching the tenant masturbate quietly on a dirty mattress, whispering the wife’s name, and that contrast makes it hit harder. Or maybe I’m just a perv, whatever. The mobile layout is actually nice, plays fine on Chrome, thumb-friendly for one-handed use, which… matters here. Some animations loop a bit awkward, like hips moving while faces freeze, but the tits and asses are big and bouncy in all the right places, and that covers a lot. I wish some of the romance paths were less strict, like I wanted more slow-burn lesbian stuff between girl and girl instead of rushing back to cock every time, but that’s not gonna change and I’ll still reload saves like a clown to chase different scenes. Oh, and the teasing is surprisingly good: little handjobs interrupted by noises in the hallway, half-finished blowjobs because the husband suddenly remembers he was supposed to be “protecting loved ones”, sure man, put your dick away then. I kinda forgot what my point was. The game feels like Christmas lights hanging in a warzone: it shouldn’t be erotic, but when the wife leans in for a soft kiss right after bashing a creature’s skull, you almost believe this fucked city is worth saving just so she can ride you again.

Quiet main guy with anger issues and a messy past, whole town calling him a killer, comes crawling back home with this crazy mix of guilt and “fuck you all” energy. That’s the mood. You’re not some heroic knight, you’re the dude who got his life ripped apart and now you’re choosing if people get punished, forgiven, or fucked stupid on the way to their doom. Sometimes all three at once. One second you’re watching from the shadows like a creep, peeking through doors, catching your “perfect” milf aunt fingering herself over some drama nonsense, next second you’re deciding if you just watch or walk in, grab her by the hair, and make her choke on your cock while she begs you to forgive the family. The game is very much: “Are you here for justice, or are you here to ruin everyone and cum inside them while they cry?” and the answer is usually yes.

You get this weird mix of romance and pure filth that kinda shouldn’t work, but somehow does. Like, the shy “good girl” who defended you when the others called you a monster? She’s technically off limits, yeah? Childhood crush, still virgin, still looking at you with those soft eyes. You can be gentle, take her first time slow, kiss her forehead, let her ride you while she shakes and clings to you like you’re the only safe thing left in the world. Or you just pin her down, hand over her mouth so the others in the house don’t hear, push into her tight pussy while she whimpers under you, and finish with a deep creampie she didn’t really agree to. The game doesn’t flinch. Sleep sex too, if you’re that kind of bastard: sneaking into her room when she’s out cold, pulling her panties aside, slowly sliding in while she’s half dreaming, half moaning your name, and you’re sitting there deciding if that’s “love” or just you using her like a toy. And yes, it actually animates those moments, hips moving, tits bouncing, your load spilling back out when you’re done. It’s dirty, in a way that feels personal, not just porn noise.

The power stuff hits hard because everyone tried to control you, so now you get to flip it. There are scenes where the same woman that lied about you is on her knees licking your feet, kissing your toes, trying to convince you she’s loyal while you rest your cock on her face like she’s furniture. Sometimes you go full male dom, handprints on asses, spanking until they cry, forcing them to jerk you off with shaky hands, or wrapping their tits around you for a messy titjob that ends all over their face while they call you “sir” with mascara running. Other times, you get trapped in their games. One of the older women can straight up ride your face and balls at the same time, pinning you down, making you cum on command like she’s the judge now, and you’re the poor bastard on trial. There’s even this moment where a woman spits on your cock, strokes you slow with her feet, teasing you for being so easy to control, and you’re just stuck watching your own precum drip on her soles. Interracial stuff shows up too, like the darker-skinned girl who talks big, then melts when you push her against a wall and pump her full, promising you’ll “ruin every hole” next time. And yes, expect spying on showers, catching them touching themselves, ending in more harem chaos than any serious revenge story should have. If you want every spicy scene to actually hit, don’t skip dialog, don’t rush. Let them talk, let the guilt and hate simmer, then when the clothes come off, fuck them like you’re settling an old score, not just clearing a gallery.

You start as this guy who was living the dream on the court, and then your body just says “fuck you” and everything crashes. No more crowds, no more glory, just painkillers, physio, and a silence that feels way too loud. I liked how the game makes you sit with that for a bit. You’re not some magic gigachad from second one. You limp, you doubt yourself, you stare at your own reflection like “what now, idiot?”. And then the old college calls, throws you a lifeline in the shape of a girls’ basketball team that needs a coach, and suddenly that empty space in your life gets filled with sweat, tight uniforms, and way too many questionable thoughts during practice.

The mood shifts fast once you meet the team. They’re all in these fitted sport uniforms that hug every line, stretching over wet skin in the locker room, shorts riding up when they run drills. The game takes its time with the locker room scenes, the way water slides down their thighs in the showers, the way a simple stretch turns into your eyes getting stuck on bouncing tits and exposed underwear. It starts kind of innocent, like “you’re their mentor, be professional”, and then there’s this one late practice where you’re doing one-on-one training, her breathing all heavy, sweat shining on her abs, and she says she wants a “special reward” if she hits enough free throws. Suddenly she’s on her knees in the empty gym, lights low, giving you messy deep oral right there on the polished floor, her ponytail brushing your thigh while her uniform top is pushed up, nipples hard. The animation on her lips sliding down your shaft is surprisingly detailed, the little gag, the string of spit when she pulls away to catch her breath. You’re supposed to be correcting her form, and instead she’s stroking you with one hand, still gripping the ball with the other like it’s some dirty joke only you two understand. When you finally push her down on the bench and fuck her raw, legs spread, sneakers still on, the creampie shot is thick and slow, dripping out while she’s trying not to moan too loud in case someone walks in.

And then the story decides that’s not enough chaos and drops your ex back into the city. The one you knocked up during that “break” with your wife that was definitely not a real break. She shows up like a bomb. She’s softer than the sporty girls, more curves, more emotional landmine. There’s this scene where you meet her in some bland cafe, and under the table she starts rubbing your thigh like nothing happened, like she didn’t drag a whole kid-shaped problem into your life. Later on, at her place, it’s a totally different vibe from the gym sex. Lights low, slow romance mixed with guilt, handjob on the couch while the TV plays some random bullshit, her thumb teasing your tip while she looks you right in the eye and asks if you ever think about “that night”. You end up fucking her proper, bare, sinking into that familiar pussy, and it’s not just lust, it’s this heavy, dangerous comfort. The game leans into the wrongness of it without apologizing. There’s vaginal, there’s sloppy oral, there’s her riding you until your cum leaks out of her and stains the sheets, and for a moment it almost feels wholesome which makes it worse. Then next day you’re back in the gym with a cute rookie stretching in front of you, shorts sliding up her ass, and your phone buzzing with your ex’s messages, and you realize this guy’s life is one long fast break straight into a wall. I kinda loved it. I kinda hated everyone. I clicked “next” anyway.

Office jobs are already kind of horny if you think about it too long, and this game just goes “yeah ok, let’s stop pretending” and cranks that shit up. You’re this awkward guy dumped into a “professional” environment where half the people want promotions and the other half just want something inside them, and those two groups overlap way too much. On the surface it looks like some boring corporate ladder stuff, but the second your boss leans over your shoulder and that blouse dips a little, you realize what kind of story this is. She’s a total milf, all tight skirt and smug face, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she bends over the desk. Then later she’s staring at you with that fucked-out ahegao face while you’re trying not to cum too fast like a damn teenager on his first porn site.

What got me is how the whole thing is wrapped in this office “productivity” vibe, with this weird drug floating around the company like it’s just another motivational tool. Drink this, get more focused. Take that, be more confident. Sure. Then suddenly your shy co-worker, who could barely look you in the eyes, is pushing you into a copy room with her panties already wet through her tights, whispering that she “doesn’t know what’s coming over her” while grinding on your thigh. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re clicking through emails, next you’re balls-deep in someone over a desk, watching her makeup smear as she tries to keep eye contact while sucking you off. The corruption angle is kind of sneaky at first, but then you start noticing how their clothes get shorter, how the conversations shift from “did you see that report” to “I keep thinking about your dick during meetings.” You end up half-playing it like a dating sim, half-like some horny lab experiment, testing how far you can push each woman just by steering your choices a little more toxic.

The animated 3D scenes are way filthier than I expected on a phone game, too. There’s proper movement, spit shining on lips during a blowjob, hips slapping, that little shiver when you finally slide in, and the expressions go from cold office mask to full-on ahegao, tongue out, eyes rolled, mascara running. Some of them are sweet and romantic, like when you actually try to be nice and you get this slow, shaky first time with a virgin character who’s clearly not ready and still wants you anyway, and yeah, it feels a bit fucked up in exactly the way your dick responds to. Others are just raw, like your boss kneeling between your legs under her own desk, trying to talk about quarterly results with a mouth full of your cock while someone knocks on the door. It’s messy, horny, sometimes a bit too cruel, sometimes weirdly tender, and the tone keeps swinging around just enough that you don’t know if you’re supposed to be the hero, the asshole, or the guy who just accidentally turned the whole office into his personal sex dungeon and kind of… went with it.

The whole thing starts pretty low-key: burned-out dev guy, stolen app, goes back to his hometown because everything in the city went to shit. On paper it sounds like one of those sad grindy life sims, but in practice it turns into this messy, horny sandbox where every “normal” place from childhood suddenly has someone with ridiculous curves and questionable boundaries hanging around. It feels like the engine was made for a mid-tier mobile RPG first, then the dev just kept stacking lewd interactions on top of it until the dialogue system started creaking. Sometimes the text queues lag half a second on my phone and the girl is already moaning in the animation before the line pops up, which accidentally makes it dirtier, like you’re catching her mid-thought. On PC browser it’s smoother, Chrome handled most scenes better than Firefox for me, especially the animated stuff with group action and multiple camera moves, but you can feel the budget when several bodies and particles fill the screen and the fps briefly dies while a creampie finishes.

What really sells it is how unclean the pacing is. You might be chatting about your stolen app one moment, then you click the “wrong” response and suddenly you’re groping a stacked aunt-type character in the hallway while she half-heartedly pretends to say no, and you can either stop or double down into full-on blackmail path. The incest angle is never subtle. The game just leans into it with those “we shouldn’t do this” lines while her tits are basically trying to escape her top. There’s this backyard punishment scene where you can choose between spanking, making her suck you off under the porch light, or going straight to anal if you played your cards right earlier. The animation there is surprisingly explicit: ass jiggle, ahegao, drool, the whole porn hub starter pack, but the lighting bugs out if you rotate the camera too fast and her shadow looks like some kind of cursed mannequin. I sort of love that it’s not polished, though. Same with the footjob scene in the living room, her toes clipping slightly through the cock, but the expression on her face sells it anyway and the sound design is filthy in the best way. On my Android phone the UI buttons overlap during those closer shots, so the “back” button floats awkwardly next to her open mouth and I keep almost clicking it when I just want to watch the throat bulge during oral.

Story tries to pretend it cares about romance routes and “healing your roots”, then an hour later you’re in what is basically a small-town BDSM circuit, sharing toys between girls and acting like it’s normal neighbor stuff. One girl you meet through the app subplot starts out as a shy virgin, then you unlock a masturbation scene where you spy on her with the very tech that was stolen from you, so it has this nice voyeuristic loop: you were wronged, now you’re the creep. Later on, if you push her, she goes from handjob in your room to titfuck in the office and finally this messy vaginal scene on a desk that’s clearly not built for physics, because items vibrate slightly while you pound her. I had one group sex event in a cramped bedroom where the camera had to choose which big ass to focus on and the AI decided to zoom right into a side angle of a toy slipping in and out, ignoring the girl sucking you off at the same time. It’s chaotic and oddly hot. The RPG bits keep poking their head in too: stats gates for anal, “obedience” checks before you can cum inside for a creampie ending, little text notes about whether she stays a good girl or starts begging for more. Romance flags exist, but the game never punishes you for juggling several women, it just quietly tracks who you’ve tied up, who you’ve watched through cameras, who you’ve turned into your personal cum dump. Sometimes I wish they’d smooth the UI scaling for smaller screens or fix that annoying delay when switching from map to bedroom scenes, but also, if it ever became super clean and corporate, it would lose half of this dirty, slightly wrong charm that makes the whole hometown full of sex toys, spanking, and bad decisions feel like a broken app you keep opening anyway.

Boston crime drama, horny version. That’s basically what this thing is, but with way more tits and way less paperwork. You’re this 37-year-old FBI guy, proper grown man, not some anime boy who looks like he still needs a fake ID. First minutes, you’re already in the middle of a kidnapping case, guns out, bad guys, flashing lights, the whole “cop show” vibe. And then the game just looks at all that serious setup and goes, “ok, now let’s see who you’re going to fuck while the world burns slowly in the background.” It feels like someone mixed Criminal Minds with Pornhub, then forgot which part was supposed to be the main dish. As a retro sprite freak, I kind of miss the chunky pixels, but here you get shiny 3D models, curves everywhere, big boobs that bounce like they never heard of gravity, and a dick that the camera keeps lovingly framing like it’s also one of the characters. You play vertical on phone, on Chrome for me, had Telegram and WhatsApp popping over the screen while I was trying to focus on one scene with Luci on the couch and, yeah, that actually made it hotter somehow. Very “real life keeps interrupting your porn” feeling.

What really hit me was how this game tries to be romantic and filthy at the same time and kind of succeeds, kind of fails, sometimes in the same scene. One minute you’re having this soft, slow talk with Luci, she’s opening up about being scared, you pick a gentle answer, it feels sweet, like something from a normal dating sim. Next click, her shirt is off and your hand is under it, squeezing big warm tit, nipple poking through your palm, and she’s breathing into your ear. Nice, yes, but the transition is like a car changing gear without clutch. That’s kind of the whole rhythm: pacing is like ordering a burger and the guy bringing you cake first, then fries, then a beer, and only later the actual burger that you forgot you ordered. You’re chasing this creepy conspiracy, talking with your partner Sarah about evidence, and then, almost without warning, your brain is going “wait, is she staring at my crotch?” Then the game actually lets you lean into it, fingers brushing her thigh when you pass a file, just a bit too long, her eyes catching yours, no slap, no drama, just quiet green light. That office groping energy is nice, just wish some scenes would breathe longer before the next dramatic twist drops. Also the main guy looks hot, rugged, a bit tired, totally fuckable dad age. I liked that more than I should. And no, the coffee cups in the office never line up with the scenes and it bothers me way more than all the dead bodies and cult symbols.