This RWBY parody throws you into Beacon Academy as some kind of therapist or counselor, which honestly sounds like the worst job ever until you realize what kind of "therapy" you'll be providing. The whole premise is basically "what if you had authority over all these anime girls and decided to be a complete creep about it?" - and yeah, that's exactly what happens.

The point-and-click mechanics work fine I guess, though sometimes clicking on things feels weird and unresponsive. You're basically going around corrupting everyone from Ruby to Yang to that ice queen Weiss, plus a bunch of other characters I can't even remember the names of. The corruption progression is pretty standard trainer game stuff - start innocent, gradually push boundaries, eventually everyone's throwing themselves at you because... reasons? The dialogue tries to be funny but it's hit or miss, mostly miss if I'm being honest. Some of the sexual harassment scenarios are so over-the-top they loop back to being amusing, like when you're supposed to be helping with "emotional support" but you're just groping people. The handjob scenes are decent enough, and there's plenty of big tits bouncing around if that's your thing. Blake's corruption arc was actually kind of hot, but then again I might just have a thing for cat girls. Wait, was I talking about the gameplay? The harem aspect builds up slowly which is good because rushing into it would've been even more ridiculous than it already is. Some of the 3D models look janky as hell though - Yang's hair clips through her body half the time and it's distracting during the good parts. The male domination stuff gets pretty intense later on, way more than I expected from something that started so tame. Honestly the whole thing feels like someone's power fantasy about being a shitty guidance counselor, but somehow it works better than it should.

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.

You start as literally nobody in this thing. Not a legendary kid spy, not some overpowered hentai protagonist, just some random dude who suddenly gets handed the keys to the most chaotic KND base and told “yeah, you’re in charge now.” Which is already funny, because your MC looks more like the guy who manages Discord servers than a leader of elite child agents. The Moonbase people treat you like a mix of intern and boss, and that weird vibe feeds straight into the corruption angle. One moment you’re pretending to care about missions and debrief reports, the next moment you’re figuring out how to turn uniform checks into “strip inspections” without getting instantly kicked out the airlock.

The sandbox structure is the real hook here. You wander the base, poke your nose into different sectors, and every room feels like a chance to be a pervert in a slightly different flavor. Training schedules, duty rosters, morale stats, approval points, those all pretend to be serious systems, but they’re basically just excuses to push the girls further and further. You send one squad to a pointless “stealth drill” that is clearly just a setup so you can catch them changing into cosplay gear for a fake operation. You manage budgets, but the big question is: new gadgets for missions, or a “special” wardrobe full of tight tops, too-short skirts, and those ridiculous skin-tight spy suits with the zipper that never seems to stay all the way up. This is management like in old Kairosoft games, but horny and very not safe for work.

The voyeur stuff is everywhere if you go looking for it. You can abuse the cameras system and just sit in your office like a perv, clicking through feeds while the girls think they’re alone. Shower room, locker room, training hall, even one corner storage where two of them sneak off to make out when they think no one watches. That first time you catch one girl bending over with her huge tits squeezed into that kiddie-style t-shirt, and the fabric rides up so just a bit of underboob shows, you realize the dev cares about angles more than realism. You can upgrade surveillance, which sounds boring, but higher level cams mean closer zoom when she “doesn’t notice” she left her bra on the bench. Or maybe she does notice. Depends how you’ve been training her.

Corruption and trainer elements are where the game gets really dirty. You start giving small “accidental” touches. A hand on the shoulder that slides too low. Quick gropes during combat drills “to correct stance.” If her discipline is still high, she’ll complain and you might get punished or lose rank, so there is actual risk here, not just click and fap. But if you focus on breaking her slowly, using private one-on-one “performance reviews,” catching her in minor failures and trading silence for favors, she starts letting things pass. First she just tolerates the contact. Later, she blushes but moves closer. Eventually, you can have her straddling your lap in the command chair while alarms go off in the background, grinding her big ass into you while pretending she cares about the tactical map. That shift feels earned, even if it’s messed up.

What I like is how the game makes you juggle the heroic front with your horny brain. You still send teams on missions, manage resources, try not to get the base shut down by adults. But you keep nudging them into more “experimental” uniforms with exposed midriffs or suspiciously open backs. You invent a “stealth training” that is literally one girl forced to sneak around the base in nothing but panties and a mask, with you watching every failed roll and punishing each mistake with spanking in front of the other girls. Some scenes get really mean: you can pressure one character into public humiliation, making her strip in the hangar while other agents pretend not to watch, though the camera does not pretend at all. And then the game suddenly throws a soft moment where two girls fool around together in some storage room, exploring each other clumsily while plotting how to impress you. That little lesbian detour is handled like a side event, almost casual, and then the next day you’re using what you saw to blackmail them.

There is a cosplay angle that just keeps escalating, too. At first it’s fake disguises for missions, like “underwear model to lure enemy agents.” But then you unlock outfits that feel straight from DeviantArt fanart: bunny suit “in case we infiltrate arcades,” magical girl “for morale,” that kind of nonsense. You can assign which girl wears what, and then give “feedback,” which of course means hands on their bodies, lifting skirts, pulling straps, pretending to “check for bugs” while your fingers slide under the fabric. One time I sent a squad to briefing in full fetish uniforms and nobody in-universe questioned it, which is probably a bug but honestly made the scene better.

The game is rough in some places. Menus feel like they were thrown together after a caffeine crash, tooltips vanish too fast, and sometimes the text just forgets which rank you have and calls you something else mid-dialogue. Also the spanking sound effect is weirdly soft, like hitting a pillow instead of a big round ass, and it started to annoy me more than it should. Some rooms feel empty for a long time, like they exist just so future updates can stuff more depravity inside. But then you hit a scene where you corner one agent in the observation deck, the Earth big in the window behind her, her tits pressed against the glass while you grope and harass her until she’s whimpering and still pretending this is “training,” and you kinda forget the UI ever annoyed you. The whole thing plays like a horny kid’s memory of that old cartoon mixed with the brain of a bored adult who figured out how to weaponize promotion systems and daily check-ins into pure sexual control. It’s trashy in a very specific, very deliberate way, and it knows exactly what it is, even when it pretends to be about saving the world.

Aladdin finally getting to be a horny little creep in Agrabah is honestly something I didn’t know I needed until this game slapped me with it. It looks like a dumb parody at first, like some meme you’d scroll past on Reddit while half awake, but then you click one more line, one more choice, and suddenly you’re basically her royal pervert coach. Everything runs on that trainer style thing: you poke Jasmine’s limits, raise stats, push obedience, wiggle around her attitude, and every scene feels like you’re nudging the story into a slightly dirtier fork. The dev clearly watched the original movie too many times and went “yeah but what if the street rat didn’t fix his morals and instead slowly turned the most stubborn princess into his personal pet.” It’s kind of fucked up and kind of fun and my brain hates that combination.

What I liked is that it feels like one of those old choose your own adventure books I read when I was a kid, only now the page numbers lead to blowjob scenes and weird schemes in the palace instead of dragons. You try this dialogue option, she gets offended, you think you messed up, and ten minutes later that same humiliation pops back as a new kink flag and she’s suddenly blushing when you order her to strip for “training.” The writing jumps between stupid internet humor and surprisingly sharp dirty talk, like one moment the genie cracks some fourth wall crap and the next moment you’re making Jasmine crawl on all fours in her room while she pretends she still has any dignity. I wish the game tracked choices even harder, like really remembered tiny stuff from early scenes and used it to punish you later, but I know that’s never gonna happen and it annoys me every time I replay. Also the gold grind and some of the click-repeat actions feel like when you keep doomscrolling TikTok without wanting to, but here you’re just grinding obedience points while your browser has six other tabs open and Spotify is looping the same playlist for the hundredth time. It’s lazy, but I still did it.

There’s a nice corruption curve where Jasmine starts all proud and “I’m the princess of Agrabah, how dare you” and ends up with her tits out, begging for more “lessons,” and somehow the transition doesn’t feel like just a switch flip. She flinches, argues, bargains, then she starts asking weird questions, then she’s testing you back. Some scenes are surprisingly intimate, like when you train her to dance for you, not the public, and you control how rough or soft you go. Next moment you’re selling her out in some shady scenario and laughing at how this is absolutely not the Disney canon. The game doesn’t care if you’re nice or a total bastard, it just quietly adjusts the flavor of the filth. I also kept noticing small jokes in the background that made me snort, like little digs at other trainer games or fans who only care about “big boobs jasmine now.” And then there is this one little thing that drives me nuts: the way some scenes reuse the same line of reaction text, like copy paste, right when I’m most horny and focused. It’s tiny, but it pulls me out every time and I keep thinking the dev will fix it, and they just never do. Anyway, if your brain likes branching choices and your dick likes watching a spoiled princess slowly break and love it, this scratches that itch in a messy, stupid, pretty satisfying way.

Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.

Agrabah in this game feels like someone spilled horny ink all over a childhood memory and then laughed about it. You’re this random guy dropped into a “reimagined” fairy tale city that only barely pretends to be sweet. Everything looks familiar at first glance, like some off-brand cartoon you’d watch on a sketchy streaming site, but then the tone just tilts and suddenly the princess that used to be pure fantasy merch is asking you really blunt questions about sex while you try to act like a gentleman and fail. I like that she’s still proud and stubborn, not just instant porn doll, but at the same time the corruption curve goes fast as hell. One minute you are making small jokes, the next she’s jerking you off behind a balcony curtain while the city guard walks below, and you’re half worried and half just checking if the “finish on her face” option unlocks a new line. It feels dirty in the way fanfiction used to feel on old forums, with that slightly wrong energy where the writer cares and also doesn’t care at all.

The game doesn’t waste much time explaining why you suddenly become her “trainer”. It’s just like: here’s this princess, she’s bored, she’s engaged to some guy that obviously doesn’t deserve her, and you’re the creep with a smile and a menu of actions. You open a scene thinking you’ll just flirt a bit more and somehow you end up pushing her onto silk cushions, deciding between anal or regular, while she still pretends this is just “practice” for her royal duties. There’s this one moment where she masturbates alone in her room after you tease her all day, and you’re only watching through some magic trick. It felt way more intimate than all the messy bukkake scene later, which is funny, because the game clearly wants you to remember the huge cumshots and I just kept thinking about that quiet little scene where she bites her lip and stares at a lamp like it’s your dick. The cheating part hits different too: when she climbs into your lap knowing her future husband is literally in the next hall, I kinda felt bad for five seconds, then I clicked the “keep going” option twice. I hate how it made me smile. Also the mobile format is great and trash at the same time, because it’s too easy to play in bed, thumb tapping choices with one hand while the other hand is doing exactly what the devs expected. I wish the text speed was a bit different, but yeah, it won’t change and I’ll still complain. There’s some loli coded stuff around the edges that will squick some people, all small body, big eyes, like the art forgot what age she’s supposed to be, and I kept thinking “yeah this is messed up” while still curious what the next training level unlocks. At some point you almost forget there was supposed to be action in Agrabah at all, because the only action you care about is whether she’s going to take you in her mouth after that smug little smirk or make you beg a bit longer.

Hero story on the surface, total filth underneath. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re not the shining savior, you’re the snake in the sleeping bag. The world is doing that classic “demon horde rising again” thing, the Hero’s party is all proud and hopeful, and you’re there smiling like a good little ally while secretly sent by the Demon King to fuck everything up from inside. And “fuck” is not just metaphor here. You’re working your way through trust, lust and corruption at the same time, pushing everyone in the party over the edge in different ways. One girl starts all pure and doe-eyed, blushing when you brush her hand, then five scenes later she’s moaning with tongue out and eyes rolled back while you rail her from behind, fat creampie dripping while she’s supposed to be “on watch” for monsters. Another guy in the group is a cocky swordsman, all talk about honor, and you slowly grind him down with teasing, humiliation and those “friendly” training sessions that turn into blowjob practice, then sissification, then him begging to wear panties under his armor. The game really loves that slow slide from normal to “how the hell did we get here” and it doesn’t apologize at all.

What sells it is how it mixes the fantasy quest with filthy little betrayals. You’re doing typical RPG stuff, traveling, camp scenes, tavern stays, but every stop is a new chance to twist someone a bit more. Helping the healer “meditate”? Actually guiding her through “special breathing” while your hand is between her legs and she’s leaking on your fingers. Sparring with the Hero? You tire him out on purpose, then leave him to sleep while you sneak off and fuck his crush hard enough she starts lactating in a later scene, and you make sure he walks in just in time to see the internal view shot of your cum overflowing from her stretched pussy. There is a lot of voyeur stuff like that, you arranging things so people catch each other in the worst possible moment, then using the shame to push them even deeper: blackmailing the proud mage with that time she let you titfuck her in the bath, turning it into regular “magic lessons” with her on her knees, or forcing the tanky milf knight to let you spank and grope her under her armor right in the town square because she “owes” you for saving her from a monster girl that you actually lured her into. And yeah, the monster girls get in on it too, sometimes joining the group sex, sometimes being your tools, sometimes corrupting you right back with a surprise anal scene where you pretend you’re in control but she clearly isn’t fooled.

The sex is all over the place in a good way and a messy way. You get sweet romance moments where you almost feel bad, like when the Hero’s childhood friend whispers she wants to carry your baby because she thinks it’ll make you closer to the Hero, and then the game just slams into hardcore group scene with her pinned, double stuffed, drooling ahegao face while you use her like a toy. One evening you’re giving “foot massage” to the party’s stern elf archer that ends with her sliding her toes around your shaft, totally red but still trying to act calm, and the next morning she’s the one offering to help you “relax” with a handjob behind some ruins, pretending it’s just physical relief so she doesn’t have to admit she’s addicted. There is lesbian stuff between party members you twisted emotionally, traps that start as jokes from the Demon King side and turn into full on submissive little pets in your harem, interracial scenes with captured enemies you flip over to your side using nothing but your cock and a bit of humiliation. You get classic blowjob, anal, multiple penetration, toys jammed in during battle prep, the Hero getting cucked in ten different ways without even realizing half of it, and a lot of those evil little moments where you watch from the shadows while they masturbate thinking about you, then you step out and ruin them more. It’s not soft, it’s not “healthy”, it’s dirty spying, gaslighting, teasing and training wrapped around an adventure that pretends to be heroic while you quietly turn the whole party into your personal, leaking, obedient mess.

Game looks like something a horny Unreal dev threw together on a long weekend, then accidentally made way more fun than planned. You start by offering a room to this cute friend who kinda has that “good girl but also definitely not” vibe, and from there it slowly turns into a corruption factory with boobs. It calls itself light management and yeah, it is, but it’s that sneaky kind where you think you’re just clicking through some events, and suddenly you’re min-maxing her libido, shame and obedience like it’s endgame raid content. The story drags you forward on rails, but the random events and choices are where the filth lives. One moment you’re giving her pocket money and pretending to be a nice guy, next moment you’re deciding if you use a little mind control nudge to make her forget she ever said no to showering with the door closed. It starts very tame: casual teasing, accidental boob bumps, “oops I walked in while she’s masturbating” kind of stuff. Then it shifts into groping during “massage,” handjobs while she pretends it’s just helping you relax, and that slow, evil slide into sleep sex where you stand there thinking, ok, this is fucked up, and then you click “continue” anyway.

What really works is how the superpowers are handled. They’re not big flashy nonsense, more like subtle mental edits. You dial her inhibitions down one notch at a time and watch it reflect in later scenes. Like you tell her it’s normal to walk around in just a shirt, and a few events later she’s doing it without even mentioning it, boobs bouncing while she leans over your bed to wake you up. Then you push her thing for public exposure and suddenly there’s this scene in a crowded place where you “help” her pick outfits that are not clothes, they’re basically excuses for her tits to greet society. It feels less like playing a hero and more like being a pervy system admin of her brain. Oral scenes are nice too, you can feel the progression from hesitant “I’ve never done this before” blowjob to sloppy, enthusiastic cock worship on the couch while some normal TV show is running in the background. And because the game is built around that trainer style loop, you keep getting these little variations: she jerks you off in the bathroom because she’s afraid someone might hear her sucking you, or she’s on her knees under the table, your choice if she chokes or takes it slow. There’s a harem angle starting up too, like you see the hooks: more girls dropping in, more stats to manage, more minds to bend. Management side is simple but sticky, just enough to make you plan which perversion to level first instead of brute forcing everything. Only thing that annoyed me was one specific repeat animation that pops up in different scenes with only slight changes, and now I see it in my sleep. Still clicked through it every time, so I guess the game won.

Clara feels like the classic “good girl who moved to the city and thinks she’s independent now”, until you start messing with her head. The game sells itself as romance, but if you’re here for just cute couple stuff, you’re probably in the wrong part of the internet. This is about slowly twisting a girl who wants to be strong into someone who shivers when you tell her to kneel. Not right away. At first it’s just messages, small tasks, “wear this” or “don’t wear that” when she goes outside. She blushes, argues, says no, then does it anyway. That’s the sweet spot for me. The teasing feels personal, like that moment when you type something in Telegram you know is too much, and then hit send anyway.

The nice thing is, Clara isn’t just a cardboard cutout with tits and a blank face. She complains. She overthinks. She sends you those long, awkward texts where she tries to sound confident and ends up sounding horny and confused. There’s a scene where you tell her exactly how to undress in front of the mirror, one piece at a time, and she keeps typing “this is stupid” but never actually stops. The way the game lets you push her into stripping for you while she pretends she’s not enjoying it is kind of evil and kind of perfect. Sometimes I wished she’d resist harder, then in the next scene I got annoyed when she did. I know that makes zero sense, but that’s how it feels. Also, one tiny thing: her hair shines like she has a shampoo sponsorship, and it started to distract me. I kept thinking “ok, we got it, she’s a redhead, now choke her already”. The so-called “rules” you give her start off simple and then suddenly you’re reading her writing about what it felt like when she wasn’t allowed to touch herself all day, and you can almost feel her frustration leaking out of the screen.

The corruption part is slow enough that you can savor it, but still dirty. At the start she insists she’s not into this power thing, then a couple of scenes later she’s wet just from being told what panties to wear. There’s one moment where she’s sitting in her new apartment, legs pressed together, trying to “be good” and not break the rule you gave her, and she ends up humiliating herself in the most sweet way. That whole fantasy of being the calm guy who holds all the strings while she tries to pretend she isn’t begging for it, yeah, the game really leans into that. You get romantic bits too, not all is rough. She sends soft little messages, asks if you’re proud of her, kinda breaks your heart right after you made her do something filthy. The mix of devotion and dirty orders works better than it should. At some point you stop being sure where her limit is, or if she even has one anymore, and honestly I’m not sure I want to find it. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.