This Irish magic school setting hits different than the usual wizard academy bullshit. You're playing some loser who can't get laid to save his life, which honestly? Relatable as fuck. Five years at this fancy Tír na nÓg place and you've got nothing to show for it - no grades, no sports trophies, definitely no pussy. Your buddy Eric comes up with this brilliant idea to use some ancient spell to conjure up girlfriends, because apparently that's what passes for problem-solving in magical Ireland. The spell works, sort of, but there's always a catch with this old magic crap. Now you've got to actually earn your keep and climb the social ladder before you can claim your magical girlfriend prize.

The sandbox RPG mechanics let you wander around doing whatever the hell you want, which is nice because most of these school games railroad you through boring-ass storylines. You can focus on studying to boost your grades, hit the gym to get swole, or just chase after the various big-titted witches roaming the halls. The art style does justice to all the curvy magical babes you'll be pursuing - we're talking proper thicc witches with assets that defy both gravity and school uniform regulations. There's something satisfying about starting as the school's biggest nobody and gradually working your way up to actually matter. Though honestly, the pacing feels weird sometimes - one minute you're struggling with basic spells, next minute you're somehow important enough that hot sorceresses give a damn about you.

What really works here is how the game doesn't pretend you're some chosen one bullshit from day one. You earn every bit of respect and every piece of ass through actual effort, even if that effort involves magical shortcuts. The fantasy school setting gives you plenty of excuses to explore different kinks and scenarios without things getting too repetitive. Sure, it's not the most original premise, but when you're balls deep in a redheaded witch who's teaching you "advanced wand techniques," originality becomes less of a priority.

Anno is that kind of nerd wizard who looks like he should be staying in the tower reading scrolls, but instead he keeps tripping into the filthiest situations possible and somehow it feels… believable? You start like a proper fantasy court mage, serious prophecy, city to protect, all that epic stuff, and five minutes later you are making really bad choices in a dungeon because a monster girl with ridiculous tits is promising “just a tiny reward” if you let her sit on your face. The tone is funny in a stupid way, like horny DnD group that lost control of the session, but it still plays like a normal turn based RPG, not some click-on-the-flashlight porn thing. You’re checking stats and gear and then, oops, your “strategy” ends with you pinned to the wall getting used like a toy while she laughs at you. High culture.

The corruption feeling is good, because at the beginning Anno is more like “I must study this creature for magical research” and by the time you grind a bit, he is basically a walking hard-on with a spellbook. The game is really into humiliating him in that fun way where he technically wins the fight, but the “reward” scene still has him on his knees, getting jerked off or sucked dry while he moans like some brainwashed virgin who never saw tits before. Which is funny because half of the girls are total MILF energy with huge asses that bounce way more than gravity should allow. There is a lot of oral, a lot of grabbing his crotch in dialogue, some group scenes where he is just drowning in slime and semen and tentacles and you just watch the animation and think, ok, that’s too much, play it again. There is mind control too, that “oops your resistance failed, now you’re her obedient little slave” vibe, and it really goes in on that ahegao, drooling, eyes-rolled-back thing when he gets stuffed from more than one side. Sometimes combat feels like foreplay that lasts too long, I wanted the scene already, but then one enemy suddenly wiped me because I was horny and didn’t heal and I got actually mad at myself, like, bro, at least drink a potion before you go chase the next creampie CG.

I like how the dungeon itself works almost like a horny safari. You just wander around, poke suspicious walls, and the game goes “nice trap, now three monster girls want to share you” and suddenly you’re in animated group sex with cum flying everywhere. There’s this one moment where a cute “innocent” girl wants to “study human anatomy” and ends up straddling him and grinding until she gets him to cum inside, then makes some casual pregnancy comment like it’s no big deal, and the scene just keeps looping with her riding and his face completely gone, and that stuck with me more than the bigger, flashier scenes. I wish outfits changed more, like, as a cosplayer I am crying a bit, because some of these designs are perfect to build in real life and then the game keeps one angle only and my brain is screaming “turn around, I need to see the back straps.” The humor is stupid in a good way, but sometimes it leans a little too meme-y for me, and then the next scene is just raw, messy bukkake on a monster girl who looks way too proud to be painted white. The sandbox feeling is nice, you wander, poke, get groped, accidentally trigger handjobs in places that should be safe, like it’s casual sexual harassment world and the MC is the only one who thinks it’s weird. And then at some point you stop thinking it’s weird too. Not sure that’s a good thing. Or maybe it is. I’m still “testing.”

You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

You start as this shiny holy boy, all blessed and important, marching in to kill the big bad succubus, and the game just immediately laughs in your face. Nox wipes the floor with you, steals your power, and suddenly the mighty chosen hero is more like a walking protein dispenser in a world full of horny monsters that all want a taste. The whole thing feels like you accidentally clicked the wrong link on your church’s website and ended up here. Every area you go through is basically a trap: monster girls that look like they belong on some sketchy Pixiv page, smug milfs with that “I’ve ruined better men than you” look, futa demons with way too much confidence, fluffy girls with tails that distract you at the exact moment they’re pinning you down. You think “ok, this time I’m going to focus on combat, grind some levels, be serious” and then three seconds later some big tit demon bends over in front of you and the game is like, “sure you are, champ.”

What I liked is how it keeps playing this joke on your ego. You’re supposed to be holy, but half the time you’re flat on your back, getting milked, pinned, ridden, or just used like some toy. You win a fight? The monster girl still teases you, strokes your cock with her foot, presses her huge ass against you and whispers about how much you must be holding back. You lose? They sit on your face, fuck you stupid, ride your dick until you shoot inside them and they moan about how “the church raises such obedient little cum donors.” There is a lot of view-from-your-own-eyes stuff, with thighs closing around your head, tits smooshing against you, and those moments where you’re staring up at a smug face while she grinds on your lap and you can feel yourself giving up both the fight and your stats. Creampies are not subtle either. You see it, you hear it, they talk about it. Some girls get off on stuffing you dry, rubbing your leaking cock on themselves, looking you in the eyes while you twitch and spill inside them again. Oral scenes flip around a lot: sometimes they worship you, sometimes they grab you by the hair and shove your face between their legs until you are basically just a tongue with a body attached. There are furry girls that act like they’re “just curious” and then five seconds later they’re riding you, tail wrapping around your leg while they moan in your ear. A few scenes really go hard on the feet stuff too, like this one where a demon queen keeps your hands bound and makes you cum only from her soles and toes, then laughs that a “holy hero” got trained by her feet. You can pretend you’re here for the RPG elements, the sandbox, the power climb, whatever. But then you’re peeking around a corner just to watch two monster girls play with each other, or letting a milf priestess “cleanse” you with her mouth while your stats mysteriously drop again, and you realize the real boss fight is just how long you can last before you give in on purpose.

New city, new gym, whole building full of girls with claws, tails, extra ears and way too much ass packed into tight sport shorts. You play the guy who owns the place, the “responsible” gym instructor who swears it’s a safe space and not a walking fetish trap, then the first thing you do is watch a sweaty lamia try to fit her giant snake body on a treadmill that was never built for that. The game just throws you into this weird cozy fantasy where every monster girl is pretending it’s just about fitness, while you and them keep eyeing those bouncing tits in the mirror like nobody notices. It feels like a normal gym management RPG at first: you plan sessions, pick training routines, mess with stats, keep an eye on money and equipment. Then you realize each session is basically an excuse to get closer and closer until your “stretching assistance” is just your hands sliding way too low on her hips while she pretends it’s part of the program.

What really got me hooked is how personal the training becomes. You are not just clicking “do squats”. You choose how hard you push them, if you praise or tease, if you focus on strength, stamina, or just making them feel sexy as hell in those tight sport uniforms. One time I decided to be super strict with a shy catgirl who kept hiding her huge chest under baggy clothes. I pushed her with brutal cardio, barely letting her rest. By the end she’s drenched, shirt stuck to her skin, nipples poking through, and she’s staring at you with that mix of “I hate you” and “please don’t stop”. Another time I did the opposite with a tall, smug cow girl. I kept giving her “breaks”, helping her stretch, holding her from behind while she bent over, letting my hands “accidentally” rest on her thick thighs. She knew what I was doing. She leaned her heavy tits back on my chest and asked if that counted as core training.

The sandbox part hits pretty hard. You control schedule, who gets attention, what parts of the gym you upgrade. Do you unlock more public areas where other monster girls can watch each other work out, all that voyeur energy, or do you focus on private rooms where the moans echo against the walls and no one complains? I like when the gym gets busy and you walk through the floor, just clicking on whoever catches your eye: a wolf girl doing squats, ass popping out of her shorts, tail twitching like she’s horny already; a slim bunny girl trying to keep up with heavy weights because she wants a rounder ass and you stand behind her, every rep pushing her closer to you; a proud demon girl who pretends she doesn’t care about “romance” but blushes like crazy when you praise her body. Sometimes the AI art looks a bit off if you stare too long, like an extra finger or weird angle, but honestly the sweat, the flushed faces, the giant tits straining against sports bras, it all sells the fantasy so hard I stopped caring.

There’s a romance angle, yeah, but it’s the obsessive kind if you play it like that. You can focus on one girl, stalk her routine, always being there to “help” only her, tuning her training just for your tastes. You make her stronger while also making sure her curves stay huge, and she starts relying on you emotionally, not just physically. Or you can be a slutty trainer, spreading your attention, making them all a bit too attached, jealous when they see you correcting someone else’s posture from behind. I liked when one of them walked in on me mid “private stretching” with another girl and the dialogue got all passive-aggressive, but nobody actually left. Just silence, heavy breathing, and you in the middle of all that monster girl drama, pretending you are still just a gym owner and not the biggest pervert in the building.

Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

Carmen looks like the kind of woman you see in a fitness TikTok, all perfect lines and smug balance, and then this game just throws her face first into the filthiest strip-club spiral possible. You start with her being this serious dancer and teacher, all about form and discipline, and pretty fast you are the one deciding if she stays that “good girl who just got unlucky” or turns into a shameless cock-hungry slut who will grind on anything that moves for cash. What surprised me is how much she talks to herself. Literally. Her three personalities, tied to Good, Evil and Lust, sit in her head like a fucked-up Discord server. You do a thing, then you go back to them, and they comment on it, fight with each other, flirt with her, push her. Sometimes the “good” personality sounds tired and jealous, the “evil” one is like a toxic dom friend who keeps saying “come on, just suck it, nobody will know,” and the lust one is that moment when you are already wet and stop pretending you have principles. They react to your choices, so there is this weird pleasure of corrupting not just Carmen, but her inner voices too, like you are grooming her brain from the inside.

The club sections are where the game really starts to feel dirty in a good way. There is a rhythm / memory thing during dances that looks simple on paper, but when you nail a sequence and watch Carmen slide into a split, shake her ass in some cosplay outfit, then crawl to a group of hungry customers, it hits that “I did this” button in your brain. Screw up and she is awkward and a bit shy. Play it well and she bends over, lets her thong ride up her ass, pushes her tits in some girl’s face, lets a couple of hands wander where they shouldn’t in public. Sometimes the manager is watching, sometimes it is a bunch of drunk girls who end up licking her thighs and pulling her aside for lesbian fun in the changing room, sometimes it is a private room with a guy who clearly came for more than a dance. You can lean into exhibition, like having Carmen tease cops on patrol, “accidentally” flash her pussy in a park, or accept some really questionable offers in the club bathroom. And yeah, mind control stuff shows up in a fun, morally disgusting way: certain customers and shady people can mess with her head so she wakes up with cloudy memories, sore pussy or ass, maybe toys lying around in her room, her stats pushed more toward lust or evil, and that creepy little thrill of “I clearly didn’t say yes to this, but I kind of want to see how far it goes.” There are monster girls too, which at first feels random, then you meet this cute thing with horns and a tail who eats Carmen out at the beach like she is starving and suddenly it fits. The best part is when the game just lets you walk around the city in some ridiculous skimpy outfit, like a maid cosplay with no panties, and random events stack on top of each other: a fan recognizes her from the club, begs for a selfie, she “rewards” him in a back alley with sloppy oral; then a woman who saw that invites Carmen to a group party where everyone is already half naked and passing around toys; then she stumbles home late, half-drunk, and there is an option to “just fall asleep on the couch” and oops, that leads to sleep sex content where someone takes advantage of her dozing body while her internal personalities argue if they should wake her or enjoy the feeling. It all feels messy, horny and slightly dangerous, like a porn story that keeps tripping over its own ideas but somehow lands in the exact kind of wrong you were hoping for.

Apartment looks normal in the afternoon. Cheap rent, cracked wall, neighbor’s TV bleeding through the concrete, the usual city trash. Then the lights twitch once, your Spotify glitches, and suddenly you’ve got two naked ghosts in your living room arguing over who gets to sit on your lap first. The game just throws that at you, like, “yeah, this is fine.” They’re not the “booo I will kill you” type either. More like “I will ride your face and then maybe cry about my tragic past later.” You move back to your hometown thinking about CVs and boring job hunt hell, and instead you’re juggling spectral titties the size of your head and trying to remember which dialogue option raises which hidden stat. Honestly feels like Excel, but horny.

The daily loop is weirdly chill and horny at same time. You wake up, check your messages, maybe go out for a side gig to get some money, then come back to this cursed apartment where the real grind starts. One ghost leans into the shy, soft thing, boobs pressed against your back when you cook, acting like she “doesn’t know what a handjob is” while obviously knowing exactly how to milk your cock slow enough to make you beg. The other one? Gremlin energy. She floats upside down, skirt hanging, ass in your face, making fun of you for blushing while she wraps her toes around you and starts a footjob on the cheap sofa like it’s just another Tuesday. I had a moment where she literally popped through the wall while I was trying to sleep, sat on my chest, pinning me, and whispered in my ear that if I didn’t touch her she’d “haunt my balls.” That scene escalated into sloppy oral so fast I forgot I was supposed to be scared. The game calls itself horror, and yeah, some of the midnight events actually hit that creepy “why is the hallway longer than before” vibe, but then you’re groping a ghost’s huge tits in a dark bathroom while the mirror reflects nothing but your own hands. Honestly I got more scared of missing a route flag than of any jump scare.

The messy part is the sandbox structure. You kind of wander between work, random paranormal events, and slow unlocking of their “memories.” Each ghost has scenes gated behind affection, lust, and some mysterious value I still don’t fully get because I forgot to track one variable on my notes and now my spreadsheet looks like a crime board. One night you get a tender blowjob where she’s on her knees, drool running down your shaft while she tries to keep eye contact like it’s important for her soul or something, and the next night the same girl phases through the floor, grabs your dick from below the bed, and the game just calls it a “playful surprise.” I loved that. Actually, no, it annoyed me, because I could not figure out what time slot combo triggered it again. There is a tiny spirit thing that acts like a horny tutorial and lore dump, floating around telling you where to poke the curse, but half the time I ignored it and still got scenes to trigger, so I’m not even sure if it matters. Some routes feel polished, with multi-stage events, like the progression from clumsy handjob on the couch to her confidently riding you, tits bouncing so hard they clip through your view and you kind of forget it’s 2D, and other times you just get a short tease and nothing after. I kept waiting for more intense paranormal horror in the corridors, then got distracted because the busty ghost bent over the kitchen table and asked if you wanted to “test how solid her ass feels from behind.” So yeah. This apartment is a mess, the pacing is janky, the boobs are ridiculous, and I’m still counting flags like a nerd while getting sucked off by a dead girl who moans your name like you’re the only thing keeping her in this world.

Queens nightlife, shitty subway delays, thumb going numb from swiping left, and suddenly your phone actually vibrates for something that isn’t a spam bot or your bank yelling at you. Three matches. Same day. All real faces, no “follow my OnlyFans” garbage, no stolen Instagram pics. The game drops you right in that moment where your brain goes from “whatever” to “ok, don’t fuck this up” and it stays locked in that feeling the whole time. It’s not some fantasy harem bullshit where girls fall on your dick just because you exist. You’re a guy who’s been losing on the apps, kind of tired, kind of horny, kind of lonely, scrolling at night in Queens while Netflix auto plays crap in the background. Then those three women show up like the algorithm finally felt guilty.

What I really liked is how human the dates feel when they actually start. You sit across from her, she laughs at something you didn’t even think was funny, and you’re already overthinking your next line. The game really milks that small awkward silence before a first kiss, or when you’re not sure if you should move closer on the couch. There’s a bar scene where you’re both half tipsy, and she leans in to tell you some stupid story about an ex, and the camera just lingers too long on her lips while your answers change how flirty things get. You say something a bit bold, her eyes linger on you a second longer, hand brushing your thigh like “oops” but absolutely not an accident. If you play safe, you still feel the tension, like her body is a half step ahead of her words. Third date with each woman is where the clothes finally start to lose the battle. Soft moans, a bra strap sliding down slow, fingers under a skirt while she pretends to keep talking about music. Nothing hardcore, but the game knows exactly how to make “her breath catching when your hand moves higher” feel obscene in the best way. The sex is more about how she looks at you when you unzip her than about angles and fluids, which honestly hits harder than some extreme porn stuff.

The cool thing, or maybe annoying thing, is how much the full motion scenes lock you into her vibe. When she smiles, it’s not a perfect porn star thing, it’s messy, real, like she’s actually into you and maybe a bit nervous herself. One of the dates has that cheap apartment lighting with a lamp too bright in the background, and it feels like every shitty real-life hookup, except here the girl is actually interesting and not checking her phone mid kiss. The choices you make across the three meetings slowly crank the intimacy, like going from “safe small talk at a coffee shop” to “her grinding on your lap in a dark corner where you definitely should get caught but don’t care.” Sometimes the game blue-balls you when you think you’re getting more than softcore, but that denial actually kind of works, like she’s teasing you on purpose and not giving you everything yet. In one route she keeps her panties on during the whole oral scene and you can see that wet spot growing while she bites her lip and pretends she’s still in control, which is honestly hotter than a lot of games that show everything. You’re juggling three women, three different chemistry patterns, trying not to say the same lazy line to all of them, because the writing actually calls you out if you act like a copy paste dude. You feel that little stab of guilt when you’re making out with one on her couch while remembering how another one laughed at your dumb joke the previous night. It’s a slow burn, full of kisses that go on for just a little too long, hands slipping where they shouldn’t, and the heavy question hanging in the air after date nine: who are you going to actually keep fucking, and who are you going to leave on read.

You wake up broke, horny, and with a brain like a wiped phone, and somehow that’s the perfect résumé for the sleaziest nightclub this city has. The game dumps you into that mess without long bullshit intro, just this guy who remembers nothing, needs money fast, and ends up in a place where the animatronic “mascots” look like they escaped from a horny FNAF fanart subreddit. You’re not chasing jumpscares, you’re chasing tips, orgasms, and any hint of who you were before all this, while trying not to get eaten alive by girls who have way too much ass and way too little shame. The whole thing feels like someone mashed a scuffed RPG with late‑night horny brain, then added a “what if Freddy’s but everyone wants to fuck you” filter.

It plays out like this weird sandbox where you clock in at the club, wander around, mess with the girls, take small jobs, and decide how far your dignity goes. Sometimes you’re in this quiet scene, just talking and teasing, stuff like one of the furry animatronic girls leaning over you with a fake innocent smile, brushing your crotch with her tail while pretending it’s an accident. Then suddenly you’re getting a titfuck behind the stage curtains because you picked the “wrong” dialog option and apparently she liked that. The lesbian tension between some of the girls is great too, there’s this moment where you walk in on two of them fooling around with a toy, one of them with full ahegao face, tongue out, completely gone, and you can either just watch like a creep from the shadows or get pulled into the mess. It’s not just “click sex scene, fap, next”. Sometimes you’re stuck doing boring little tasks for cash, like cleaning up the booth while your boss keeps hinting she knows more about your past than she should, and you’re just sitting there thinking “yeah yeah, but can I get back to the blowjob scene with the bunny girl or what”. And then when it finally hits, it’s intense: sloppy oral, handjobs where they jerk you just a bit too slow on purpose to tease you, vaginal sex on the couch with her huge tits bouncing in your face while she keeps whispering you look familiar, which is kind of hot and creepy at the same time.

The tone is all over the place, in a good way and also not. One moment it’s goofy parody of FNAF, with horny versions of familiar characters making fun of the whole “security guard survives the night” thing, next moment it’s an actual story about a guy trying to figure out why his body remembers how to fuck like a champ but his head is just static. There’s this scene where you’re checking cameras in a cheap knockoff security room, expecting a jumpscare, and instead you catch one of the animatronic girls on screen slowly sliding a sex toy into herself, staring dead into the camera like she knows you’re watching. It’s hot, sure, but also makes you feel like she’s the one playing you. The mobile side is decent too, it runs on phone while you’re half‑scrolling Telegram, half getting a handjob in‑game, which feels wrong in a very good way. Some stuff is janky, like text sometimes sounds like it was translated twice through Google, menus feel a bit clunky, and scenes can be uneven. You get this amazing teasing build‑up with big tits in your face, tongue play, grinding, then next route is just “hey, wanna fuck?” and boom, straight to penetration. But even when it stumbles, it has this unpolished charm, like watching a horny indie dev pour all his kinks into one place and not even pretending to be classy. It’s messy, it’s lewd, it’s weirdly cozy, and by the time the animatronic fox is riding you on a table in the closed club while moaning your name like she’s known you forever, you kind of forget you were supposed to care about the missing memories at all.