Victor runs this filthy little tavern where the beer is basically background noise and the real menu is the girls. It all looks pretty normal on the surface at first, like any fantasy inn in those generic RPGs, wooden tables, drunk idiots, that kind of thing. Then you start poking around the back rooms, into the “training” areas, and suddenly it’s less about ale and more about how far you can push some poor blonde barmaid who thought she was just here to serve drinks. You’re not babysitting them or slowly teasing them over a hundred days, you’re just taking control and testing how much humiliation they can swallow before they break and start enjoying it. One minute you’re deciding prices for a special “service”, next minute you’ve got a shy girl on her knees under a table while a noble tries to pretend he’s still classy. It’s very honest filth. No fake romance padding, no “oh no I’m innocent” for ten hours, they start cracking fast, and that’s kind of the hook.

What I liked is how your choices feel petty and cruel in a small, believable way. Like, you’re not some god of the world, you’re just a bastard with a tavern key and too much free time. You decide if that blonde barmaid gets the cute outfit or the one that shows basically everything, and the game quietly tracks how ashamed she is when you send her out like that. You can drag her into the storeroom to “explain” what special attention rich customers expect, and it’s not some fade to black, you get clear CG of her biting her lip, eyes wet, still trying to keep dignity while you grab her by the hair and make her practice. There’s this one scene where you tell her to entertain a full table alone, no help, and every time she comes back to you she looks a little more broken, makeup smudged, clothes slipping, but also a bit more obedient. The art sells that so well that I actually paused a couple times, not because it was too much, more because it was exactly the right amount of mean. Then of course I sent her back anyway. I’m not proud. Actually I am.

The funny thing is the tavern management part is almost boring if you look at it from “normal game” eyes, but here it just works as a reason to keep degrading your staff. Money in, money out, upgrade this room so more drunks can watch a girl get used on a stage in front of everyone. You juggle which girl you push harder, who gets more humiliating tasks, who has to kneel next to the bar and service whoever drops enough coins. The fantasy world outside barely matters, it’s all about your little pocket of vice. The domination angle feels very intimate, sometimes almost too close, like when you force a desperate girl to thank you for using her, and the CG catches that exact second her fake smile turns into real, dirty excitement. I kind of hate how much that stuck in my brain. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me: a character kept fixing her hair in every damn scene and I started watching that instead of the actual sex, which is ridiculous, but then again it also made her feel like a real nervous wreck trying to look “presentable” while her throat is already sore. Anyway, this is not a gentle corruption story, it’s more like running your own pervert factory where shame is just another resource you squeeze until there’s nothing left.

This one hits that weird spot between racing nerd fantasy and horny VN, like those old doujin games people traded on shady forums, just with more shiny bodies and less crash physics. You’re this hotshot kart kid getting thrown into a small Formula Junior team that’s kinda fucked up and kinda charming at the same time. On one side you’ve got the smell of rubber, the tension of practice laps, the constant talk about sector times and tire temps. On the other side, every woman around you looks like she escaped from some late 2000s hentai artbook where breasts were legally required to ignore gravity. The big chested blonde who calls herself your “lucky charm” keeps leaning into your cockpit before qualifying, “adjusting” your harness while her tits fill half the screen, and you’re there trying to pretend you care about the fuel load. You can almost feel the old Sega arcade vibes and then suddenly she’s teasing you about how “stressed” you look and offering to help you “relax” in the trailer behind the paddock, dropping to her knees and turning a pep talk scene into a wet, slow blowjob with saliva strings animated way too lovingly for a “small” indie project.

What I liked a lot is how the track days and the lewd stuff blend instead of feeling like two separate games stapled together. There’s a moment after a rough race where you lose a position because you went too aggressive into turn one, and the busty team milf in charge of logistics drags you into the motorhome for a “private debrief”. She’s this mature brunette with that tired but horny look, half scolding you for burning the tires, half riding your lap like she’s trying to break the suspension, moaning in your ear about “control” and “knowing when to push in”. It’s cheesy, but in that nostalgic hentai way, like those old OVAs where they pretended to care about plot for 5 minutes then went full dick worship. The teasing is actually decent too. One of the twins, the more smug one, sits in the passenger seat of your road car during a late night drive, legs open, panties barely there, brushing her foot against your crotch while she talks about racing lines. She never lets you cum in that scene, ends it right when your bar is full, and the game just moves on like nothing happened. I hated it and loved it. That kind of trolling is peak ero-game energy.

The small stuff: I got way too obsessed with how their hair clips during some of the kissing scenes. You’re lip-locked with the blonde in the garage, your hand on her ridiculous tits, and her ponytail just kinda phases through her shoulder every time her head tilts. It’s not game breaking, it just poked my brain every single time. Also the romance angle tries to be serious here and there, talking about your “past” and your “pressure to succeed”, but right after some emotional line the camera just zooms into a pair of shiny nipples or a tongue swirling around your shaft and the mood dies in the funniest way. Story pacing is like a buffet at a cheap hotel: you have spicy drama, mushy romance, greasy fanservice, all just dumped on one plate, and somehow you’re still eating. There’s a racing rivalry, there’s actually some tension on track, but you’ll probably remember more how the twins “comfort” you after qualifying, one sucking you off while the other jerks your shaft from the base, taking turns, joking about photo finishes. The 3D models look good enough to make you horny and bad enough to remind you this is porn, not Netflix, which is honestly the sweet spot for this genre. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Subject 9 feels like somebody smashed a family vacation movie and a very horny biology experiment together, then forgot to add any shame. You’re this early twenties dude stuck in a mountain cabin for three weeks, “relaxing” with your relatives before your great aunt’s birthday, and it takes about five minutes before you realise this is less Hallmark, more Pornhub search history with a plot. The cabin feels small in a good way, like a pressure cooker. Every room is basically a trap for bad decisions. Morning coffee in the kitchen? Someone walks in with a shirt that clearly lost the war against her tits. Late night in the living room? Yoga pants so tight you can basically read the stitching with your dick. You wander around, talk, poke at choices, and suddenly a harmless “check on her” turns into you pressed against a door, her whispering in your ear, and you trying not to blow your load before the camera even zooms in properly.

What hits first is how thick everyone is. Not “oh she’s curvy” but “God was bored and overfilled every slider”. Huge tits, big soft asses that jiggle when they walk to the fridge, the whole family looking like they escaped from the “do not open at work” folder. You get these slow, teasing scenes where a character leans over the sink, top riding up, the curve of her ass just staring right at you. It’s not subtle. At all. There’s this one shower scene where the steam is still hanging in the air and you catch her drying herself, towel sliding down way too slow. She notices you, smirks, and instead of freaking out, turns her back, spreads her feet slightly and really takes her time. That moment right there, with the water still dripping off her nipples and you stuck between “leave like a good boy” and “stay and watch”, that’s when the game shows its teeth. And then later, you start noticing how often people touch him, how hugs linger, how “we’re family” keeps getting thrown around in a tone that is absolutely not family safe. It’s wrong in that way where your brain says “no” and everything south is just clapping.

The wild part is how lowkey the lesbian stuff sneaks in. It doesn’t scream “hey this is girl on girl now”, it just happens. Two of the women chilling in a bedroom, wine glasses on the nightstand, soft music, gossiping about the guys being idiots. You walk past and hear a moan that definitely isn’t from a funny TikTok. Door cracked open, you get a peek: one of them on the bed, shirt pulled up, the other between her thighs, hair all over the place, hand gripping that thick ass like it’s the last thing on earth. You’re stuck in the hallway, hand on the mouse, trying to decide if you barge in or watch from the shadows like complete trash. The best bit is how the game lets your choices twist the vibe. Be a passive little creep? You get more voyeur shit. Start pushing boundaries? People start pushing back in their own fucked up horny ways. Sometimes the pacing crawls, especially early on when you’re just doing cabin chores and flirting that goes nowhere, but when a scene finally snaps, it really snaps. Titfucking on a couch that was supposed to be for “family movie night”, hips grinding in slow motion, heavy breathing right in your ear, her hand guiding you exactly where she wants. It’s messy, it’s dirty, and half the time you’ll click a line of dialogue that sounds normal and suddenly you’re balls deep in a situation no therapist could fix. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me is how often doors magically stay unlocked when it’s convenient and locked when you’re actually trying to be a perv, but that’s just cabin life, I guess.

Oracle Inside looks innocent when it loads in the browser. Cute island, simple UI, it almost feels like some chill summer adventure VN you’d open on your phone while waiting in a line. Then the pirate ship hits the rocks and suddenly the whole thing turns horny, messy and weird in a way that actually fits the story instead of just throwing tits at your face for no reason. You’re this young farmer guy who’s never seen much of the world, basically raised on potatoes and chores, and in one night he goes from “dad, I’ll feed the chickens” to “why is this barely dressed stranger talking about oracles and magic and also staring at my crotch like it’s part of the prophecy.” It’s not subtle. The game just leans into that awkward “first time touching real skin that isn’t yours” vibe, with the MC trying to act like a hero while clearly thinking with his dick half the time. The humor hits most of the time too: one scene where he tries to give a very serious speech about destiny while hiding a boner behind a bucket actually made me snort-laugh, even if the animation for that bucket clip is hilariously stiff, like someone coded it in a hurry on the bus.

What I liked as a tech nerd is that it actually runs smooth as hell on mobile. I tested it on a mid-range Android (Pixel 6a) in Chrome and on my old iPad using Safari, and it behaved nicer than a lot of “big budget” porn VNs. No random audio desync. Quick saves don’t freak out. Text transitions are fast, no ghosting between scenes, even when you hammer skip to replay that one blowjob scene with the storm still roaring in the background. Touch zones are big enough that you can play with one hand, which the devs absolutely knew. They tease a lot with angles too: partial nudity, wet clothes plastered to bodies after the storm, those little pauses between lines where the camera stays a bit too long on thighs or cleavage. There’s this moment on the beach where the MC is helping a soaked pirate girl out of the water, and the framing keeps “accidentally” cutting her face so you only see lips and chest and the curve of her ass while she jokes about teaching him “more useful hand skills.” It’s cheap, but it works. I just wish the text auto-advance speed slider actually remembered my setting between sessions, but apparently that’s asking for too much from the gods of horny optimization. The whole “oracle” part brings in some light fantasy flavor, a bit of “is this magic or just bullshit to get him naked faster,” and the AI-like prophetic voice that talks in his head at random times is weirdly hot when it starts commenting on his arousal like some pervy inner narrator. And then suddenly the game throws a quiet romantic campfire scene at you, with soft, clumsy kissing, like it remembered it’s supposed to be about feelings too, not just getting the MC’s farming tool wet. It’s chaotic, unpolished, sometimes cringe, sometimes genuinely sweet, and I kind of loved that it never fully decides if it wants to be a horny comedy, a fantasy romance, or just a porn VN pretending to be deeper than it is.

You start as this young sultan who basically inherited a messy empire, a half-empty harem and a bunch of advisors who care more about their own pockets than your crown. The game doesn’t treat you like some all-powerful god from the first minute, more like a horny newbie with a very big title and not enough experience. You’re juggling money, politics, and a growing collection of very different girls and boys, all with their own hang-ups and kinks. One moment you’re trying to keep the janissaries from revolting, the next you’re deciding if the new redhead slave gets trained as a personal toy or sent to charm some foreign ambassador. That kind of “ok I just wanted to see titties, why am I making trade deals now” feeling is pretty much the core vibe here. The management part sneaks up on you: taxes, buildings, intrigue, and then suddenly you’re halfway through min-maxing your silk routes just to afford another exotic dancer with a ridiculous ass.

The harem stuff isn’t just “collect girl, fuck girl, forget girl”. Some of them fall in love, some just want to serve, some definitely want to own you back. You can be very soft, boyfriend-style romantic with one wife, giving her slow oral in a candlelit bath while she moans and tells you about her fears, and five minutes later you’re in the training room with the leather toys on the wall, collaring a mouthy slave and using her throat like it’s your property. There’s a nice contrast between those quiet bedroom scenes and the louder group events, like that first time you organize a private orgy to celebrate winning a war: half the harem piled on silk cushions, girls sharing your cock, a nobleman watching while his “gift” gets taken from behind right in front of him. Some scenes go into gay content too, which actually fits the court vibe: a loyal guard kneeling, kissing your ring, then your shaft, clearly torn between worship and lust while you decide if he gets promoted or just fucked. There’s cheating drama baked in as well; you can promise one beloved concubine to be “only hers”, then sneak off to have anal fun with the new dancer in the baths, hoping the little spying eunuch doesn’t talk. And of course he talks.

Sex isn’t just a menu choice here; your political choices change who you can touch and how. You want that proud noblewoman with the big tits who keeps insulting you in council? Maybe you crush her family in a tax scandal and she ends up in chains in your private chambers, glaring at you while you finger her wet pussy and tell her exactly what her new job is. Or you go the other way and actually woo her, give her power, and she climbs into your lap by her own will, riding you slow while whispering court secrets. The sandbox structure means you keep stumbling into weird stuff: a lesbian scene where two of your favorites start “training” each other without your order, one licking the other’s ass while they talk shit about your fashion sense; a sudden option to lend a slave to a visiting prince for a night and later decide if you punish her for “enjoying it too much”. A lot of the fun is in those small moments: trying to keep track of who you promised anal to, or realizing that the quiet bookish girl you kept ignoring now runs half your palace because you focused too much on the big tits. It’s messy, horny, and kind of mean sometimes, like real court gossip mixed with porn, and the game doesn’t really care if you try to be a good guy or the kind of sultan who uses every mouth and hole in the building just because he can.

The world in this game already went to shit before you even get to unzip anything. Cities are broken, rules are gone, and Matt, this young soldier with more trauma than sleep, crawls back home trying to figure out what the hell is left to care about. It is not a heroic return, it feels more like he just respawned in a bugged map. You slide into his skin and into his mess, and every choice you click is basically: "Do I try to be a decent human, or do I follow my dick and hope the universe doesn’t punish me too hard?" Of course, the universe absolutely punishes you. Or rewards you. Depends how much you like watching your supposed love interest get railed by someone who is not you, sometimes not even human in the normal way. There are moments where you’re in some half ruined apartment, your phone in one hand, other hand very busy, watching this big titted relative of yours pretend the world outside doesn’t exist while she grinds against you like tomorrow isn’t a thing, and the game pauses on a decision pop-up that looks like it was coded at 3 coffees too many. One tap and you’re the protective, jealous type. Another tap and suddenly you are opening the door for the monster in the shadows and thinking, "ok, I kinda wanna see how far this goes."

The funny part is how the game doesn’t even pretend to be classy. One scene you’re having this almost sweet talk with someone very close to your bloodline, like real soft, romance-style, she is sitting too close on the couch, shirt a little open, and there is this tiny moment where you think "wow, this is actually emotional." Then camera angle goes lower, her ass fills the screen like it is a weather forecast, and Matt’s brain returns to factory settings. It feels trashy, but also weirdly honest about how horny people are when there are no cops, no laws, just ghosts in the hallway and monsters in the basement. The paranormal stuff sneaks up on you in a good way. One night scene, you are walking down some ruined street, fog all over, and your phone buzzes like it is a Tinder match from hell. There is this creature watching you and the game is like: "kiss the demon or protect your family." Why not both, right? Sometimes the NTR hits hard though. I had one route where I thought I was building a slow burn romance with this thick, shy girl at home, giving her nice answers, defending her when others talk shit, and then out of nowhere I open a door and she is bent over for some thing with claws and a smug face. Game just lets you watch, no skip, like it is proud of itself. Also, side note, the notification sound in the UI is ugly as fuck, I hate it, it’s like an old Nokia tone, and now it’s burned in my brain forever. Anyway, the way the story branches when you lean into corruption or try to hold onto love is messy but in a good porn way, like sex on a couch full of clothes. Not neat, but you still come back to it on your phone, pretending you are just checking Telegram or TikTok while in reality you’re guiding this broken soldier through a world where morals died and tits got bigger. The game keeps asking "who do you want to protect" while it puts everyone you care about in situations where their panties or their sanity, or both, are optional.

You run this tiny magic shop crammed between two other buildings that look like they’re about to fall apart, and honestly the place feels more like a porn stash with shelves than some noble wizard workshop. Bottles with glowing liquids, cursed trinkets, scrolls that clearly no one reads, and then these four big walking trouble magnets keep drifting in and out like they half live there. They kinda do. Wolf mercenary who smells like sweat and steel, tiger knight polishing his armor like he’s posing for a calendar, bear wizard that looks soft but has that slow, dirty smile, and a dragon shaman who talks like everything is “spiritual” while his eyes crawl over your body. You’re supposed to be the owner, the “normal” guy, but the game doesn’t even pretend you’re normal. From the first time you catch the wolf in the back room, paw halfway down his pants while he’s pretending to check crossbow bolts, you know where this is going. It plays like a dating sim that got drunk, stumbled into a fantasy RPG, then forgot to finish the combat system because it was too busy staring at big asses and bulges under armor. You open the shop, click through customers, do the usual buy low sell high stuff, but half the fun is ignoring all that and watching which of your four walking fetishes decides to hang around that day.

The voyeur stuff sneaks in so naturally that it feels like you’re the perv, not the dev. Tiny things. Tiger knight comes back from a “patrol”, goes to the side room to take off his plate armor. You get a little notification that the door is “slightly open”. You don’t have to peek. The game does not force you. Of course you peek. Inside, it switches to 2D CG and he’s facing away, that striped tail flicking while he bends down, fat ass framed by that tight undershirt that’s rolled up just enough to show lower back fur and a hint of crack. You can stay there, just watching him peel off layers, muscles moving under the fur, the outline in his underwear getting heavier. There’s even a moment he pauses, tilts his head like he hears something, and if you stay too long he turns, stares right at “the camera” and his smirk changes depending on how far you pushed your relationship earlier. I got the version where he steps closer, grabs his junk and gives this lazy squeeze, like “since you’re spying anyway, don’t pretend you’re shy”. I swear I was sitting with my phone like I got caught in real life. And the game knows you’re jerking it on the other side of the screen. It gives you these short, sharp h scenes, not huge walls of text, but focused: heavy breathing, rustle of cloth, low growls, little bits of dirty talk that feel like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not some PG-13 writer. The dragon shaman one where he’s “purifying” a charm with his hand under his robe is just filthy. You see the robe move, his throat bobbing, claws tensing, and if you tap at the wrong time he stops and whispers that you’re “disturbing the ritual” which is just rude because he’s the one stroking himself behind the shop shelves.

It’s kinda fun that travel still matters. You pack up with whichever guy you want, head to some ruin or forest or weird temple, do a bit of simple adventure stuff, then at camp it becomes pure thirst. There was this night run I did with the wolf merc where we took a job too far out just so I could trigger his tent event. We clear some bandit nonsense, collect loot, nothing fancy. At camp, he says he’ll “keep watch”. Game gives you the option to sleep or “check the perimeter”. Of course I mess with the perimeter. You walk just far enough to see him sitting on a rock, pants open, stroking that thick cock while looking at the stars like it’s some romantic gesture. No music, just chirping insects, his low panting and a wet sound that made me fumble the phone. I liked that it lets you either stay hidden and just watch him finish, cum dripping on his abs while he grunts and relaxes, or go up to him, which turns it into a direct scene with more teasing and some mutual touching. Both feel different enough that I actually reloaded like a degenerate to see them. The only thing that annoyed me was the mobile UI being a bit fiddly at the bottom of the screen, my stupid thumb kept hitting the wrong response when things got spicy, like the game knows when I’m one-handed. Also I’m still mad that the bear wizard’s big ass always gets framed beautifully in the bath CG but never quite fully nude from the angle I want, like he’s doing this on purpose to torture me. But the way each guy has their own pace, from the knight pretending to be noble while clearly turned on by being watched, to the dragon calling your masturbation “another form of trance”, makes the whole thing feel like you’re running a sex-charged little back alley den where everyone acts holy until someone bends over to pick up a potion and suddenly all the air is gone.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.