Fragment Tower feels like somebody mashed a horny rogue-lite idea with a VN script written at 3 coffees and no sleep, and somehow it works better than it should. You start as this regular hero type, all shiny and confident, then the tower just keeps stripping pieces off you, level by level, until your stat sheet looks like a used condom. The whole “lose a fight, lose actual levels” thing sounds annoying, but when it happens after a sex scene it suddenly hits different. You’re looking at the status screen thinking, “Wow, she literally fucked XP out of me.” It’s pretty hot and pretty rude at the same time. First time I lost to one of the corrupted girls and watched the numbers drop, I caught myself staring at the level-down animation, not even the CG, like some accountant who’s also horny.

The tower itself is basically a big kink ladder. Each floor has its own flavor of digital corruption and each enemy girl is trying to seduce you in slightly different way, not just copy paste dirty talk. One will tease and edge you through the whole fight, another just goes full “sit down, shut up, I’m milking you” and your choices in the VN parts poke at that. You get tempted constantly: scenes where you can pull back and stay “pure” or just say “fuck it” and let her ride your face while your levels drain like a battery on TikTok. Sometimes I picked the “resist” option because I wanted to keep my build, then the game hit me with a guilt-trippy line or some sad horny smile from the girl, and I reloaded because I wanted to see what happens if I give in. And yeah, sex as punishment for failure sounds simple, but the twist where giving in outside of battle also screws your stats is what keeps you half hard, half anxious. There’s a romance layer trying to poke its head out too, like you can kind of feel that Queen Isla is not just some generic evil code mommy, more like a broken AI who learned seduction from Pornhub comments. I wish the script stopped repeating some phrases during the longer scenes, because you notice that stuff when you test text for a living, but then a corrupted priestess calls me a “brave little data snack” and I forgive everything.

What I really enjoyed is how the game sometimes lets you win the fight, then still dangles a post-battle scene in front of you where you choose to “celebrate” with the enemy you just beat. You stand there thinking, “I should go to the next floor and keep my stats,” and two clicks later your cock is buried in a pixel demon and the XP bar is crying. There was one moment where I walked into a floor with this smug attitude, because I had a good build, only to get seduced into a “training session” where she sits on you slowly and each phase of penetration takes a little chunk of your level. Not all the lines land, some sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that kind of fits the whole dark digital vibe. It’s like an unofficial fan patch that somehow became the original game. Queen Isla watching from the top while you let her minions drain your hard earned progress is weirdly intimate, like she’s edging you the whole climb. Half of the time I was thinking about optimal routes and stat recovery, the other half I was just waiting to see how badly the next girl would ruin my build while calling me her “sweet corrupted hero.” You lose, you jerk off, you swear you’ll resist next time, and then on the next floor there’s another soft-voiced monster asking if you really need all those levels anyway and your hand just kind of moves on its own.

You wake up on this fake looking “abandoned planet” that feels less like hard sci fi and more like somebody mashed Pornhub search history with a Disney+ login they stole from their cousin. No aliens in shiny armor, no deep lore about quantum shit, just you, a dude who clearly watched too many fairy tale movies as kid, walking around with a literal fairy in a jar like you are some horny version of Goethe’s Faust who never read the ending. The game pretends there is no magic, then throws you into a world where Snow White is basically a repressed camgirl waiting for the right pervert to hand her an excuse. It is very honest about one thing though: everything is built around training, teasing and slowly corrupting these “princess archetypes” into doing filthy stuff with you, in front of you, and technically sometimes around you while a monster girl watches and pretends she is not turned on. It sounds trashy. It is trashy. That is why it works.

The humor hits this weird mix of dad joke and 4chan thread. One second the game is making fun of its own plot, next second you are in a voyeur scene where you accidentally trigger an anal route with Rosette because you clicked the wrong dialogue line on your phone while half distracted by Telegram. And the game just rolls with it. “Oops, guess she likes it there now.” No fade to black, no fake modesty. You get full animated thrusting, expressions changing, that awkward little moment where she pretends it hurts more than it actually does, then suddenly she asks for more. The animations are not perfect, sometimes the loop stutters like my old laptop when I have Chrome, Discord and VLC open at once, but that glitchy vibe almost makes it hotter, like watching some stolen Mega upload from 2012. The sci fi layer appears in small, stupid ways: a device that feels like a mix between a PDA and a sex toy manager, weird interfaces that look like somebody copied Mass Effect’s UI after drinking too much cheap beer, and of course the jar fairy, Emee, who comments like a snarky Twitter user while you are balls deep in some princess’ ass.

I got stuck for a while on one tiny thing: the way the game uses training as pacing. You repeat scenes, tweak choices, check little numbers go up, unlock another anal position or a new reaction where Anna finally stops pretending she is “not that kind of girl” while taking it all the way in, and it reminded me of reading old erotic fanfiction on Archive of Our Own, where the author is clearly more obsessed with the slow slide from “no, I can’t” to “fuck, keep going” than any kind of realistic story. At some point you unlock a parody of Tinkerbell who is tiny, furious and also extremely into being watched, and the game lets you sit there, just watching her masturbate while complaining about you watching her masturbate, like some cursed combination of Foucault’s panopticon and Pornhub comments. There is a monster girl who shows up and the tone shifts again, half dark fantasy, half shitpost. And yet, between all the anal training, voyeur scenes and those clumsy sci fi excuses for why your dick can apparently solve every political and magical problem in this universe, I caught myself comparing this to old folklore where heroes win princesses with swords and quests. Here the sword is just very literal, and the quest log looks like something you forgot open in another tab between Reddit and Xvideos. I’m not saying it is “smart”. I’m saying it sticks in your head in that cheap paperback way you secretly re-read at night when the Kindle battery is low and you still want one more filthy chapter.

Horizon of Passion Remake feels like something I really should not be playing on my work laptop, and yet here I am alt-tabbing between it and Excel like a damn ninja. The setup is pretty simple on paper: guy stuck between a broken home and a “new start” with family drama boiling everywhere, but the game doesn’t stay in sad-boy territory for long. It starts with that quiet feeling, you know, when you move somewhere new and everything smells different and the walls are too clean. Then suddenly your “supportive” role toward mom and sister starts drifting into that slow, wrong kind of closeness. It’s not like some instant porn switch. It creeps. You share a room for a bit, or you overhear moaning in the shower, or you hug a bit too long when she’s crying about dad. That kind of stuff. Then you wake up realizing your hand is already down your pants and the game is basically just nodding like “yeah, that’s where this is going.”

What surprised me is how often I forgot I was supposed to be the “good son” while picking choices. There’s this one scene where mom is sitting on the couch in this lazy home outfit, shirt a bit loose so you see that heavy cleavage line, and you’re supposed to comfort her because she’s talking about feeling old and abandoned. I picked the “be nice” option and the camera angle just slowly slides down to her thighs, bare, soft, and I’m clicking through dialogue but reading nothing, just staring at her legs. Then it gives you this timing where you can “accidentally” touch her knee, and she flinches for a second, but doesn’t pull away. That tiny pause is more dirty than most full-on blowjob scenes in other games. And yeah, there’s plenty of those too. Once it opens the sexual floodgates it really goes for it: sloppy oral, messy creampies, anal that makes you clench a bit in sympathy, mom riding you with her big tits bouncing while she pretends it’s all some “stress relief.” The 3D models sell it better than I expected. Faces don’t look like plastic dolls, bodies look soft and heavy in good ways, asses actually jiggle instead of just rotating like a chair. The footjob scene with the MILF, by the way, is insane. She pins you with that “I’m disappointed in you” look while slowly rubbing your cock with her feet like she’s scolding you and jerking you off at the same time. I was on Microsoft Teams with my boss in a tiny window and still didn’t stop clicking.

It’s not all mom content though, there’s a nice mess of stuff if your brain is horny in more directions. The sister’s route is more teasing, a lot of childish fights turning into “oops I walked in while you were masturbating” moments. There is a late-night lesbian scene that kind of comes out of nowhere, where you catch two girls making out and playing with toys, and for once the game lets you just watch instead of instantly turning it into a threesome. I liked that, even if later it does go full group sex mode with everyone swapping partners like some cursed family vacation. Sometimes the pacing just falls on its face. You go from deep emotional talk about missing dad and wondering if you made the right life choice to a blowjob in the kitchen in like three clicks, no cool-down, no transition, just mouth on cock. It can feel cheap, but also I still didn’t skip it, so yeah. Tongue animations are kind of stiff in one scene and then weirdly good in another, like two different people worked on them and never spoke. There’s this one anal scene where the lube bottle is just sitting in the background at a strange angle and for some reason it annoyed the hell out of me, and I kept staring at it instead of the actual penetration. Sound is hit and miss too: sometimes the moans line up perfectly, sometimes the girl is gasping like she’s getting pounded and you’re literally just sliding in for the first time. Still, when mom whispers in your ear that she wants you to fill her pussy and not pull out, that low, breathy voice hit way too hard for something I’m alt-tabbing away from every ten seconds. The game loves those slow, drawn-out creampie shots, where you stay buried inside and see the cum leak out while she’s still squeezing your cock, and honestly, after a few of those scenes, Excel spreadsheets start to look very boring. Not that they ever looked fun. I mean, except that one time I was typing a budget report and thinking about that scene where she’s bent over the sink and you decide if you want to go anal this time or just fuck her wet pussy again and fill her up in front of the mirror.

This one feels like when you book a “cute little hotel with character” on Booking and only later notice the reviews talking about strange noises and staff that knows too much about your sex life. Martina and Lukas roll in as these kind of try-hard travel vloggers, phones out, chasing thumbnails and ad revenue, and the hotel Feeneera just looks at them like, “Cool, let’s see what you do when the camera is still on but you forget you’re being watched.” The whole thing is built around that mix of exhibitionism and paranoia: you never feel sure who is actually watching, if that corner mirror is just a mirror, or if some other guest is jerking off behind it while Martina moans into the bedsheets.

I like that you jump between Martina and Lukas instead of being locked to one view. One moment you’re in her head, trying to decide if she should keep the top on for the next shoot or just “accidentally” let the nipple show for more clicks, and the next you’re Lukas, trying to pretend you care about lighting while your brain is stuck on how soft her thighs looked when she climbed over the suitcase. The sex itself is simple and nice: actual pussy penetration, not just teasing, oral that feels like it belongs in the scene instead of some checklist, and enough angles that you can pick if you want to stare at her face or just watch her ass swallow him. It’s not crazy fetish city, but there is this constant feeling that every time Martina lets herself get loud or opens her legs a bit too wide near a window, she kinda wants someone down in the courtyard to notice. At least I wanted that. The paranormal part sneaks in slowly, in this hotel way, not like “boo, ghost” but more like: why did the footage show something behind her on the bed that wasn’t there when you played? How does the door keep unlocking by itself right when you start fucking? When you replay a scene and something is off, it hits harder than any jump scare.

What really stays in my mind is how the different endings change the mood you remember. There is this path where Martina leans into being watched and basically turns her whole body into content, doing blowjob scenes in places no normal guest would dare, letting Lukas film deep throat in a hallway while some weird shadow shape hangs right at the edge of the light. Another route, she clamps up, pretends everything is fine on camera and only lets herself relax when she feels this invisible presence touching her under the sheets. Sometimes you push them as a couple, sometimes you almost feel like the hotel itself is the real third protagonist, slowly nudging them into more public nudity or more creepy “accidental” encounters. I wish the UI on mobile was a bit less fiddly, had one of those quick back buttons like in Ren’Py ports, because trying to scroll and tap while one hand is busy is annoying, but then a scene hits where the room lights flicker while she rides him and you forget you were annoyed one second ago. It all looks like someone actually cared about how flesh stretches and folds, not plastic porn skin. And then occasionally you get a stiff smile or weird pose that feels like The Sims when they glitch during woohoo, but I kind of like that, because it matches that boutique hotel vibe: pretty on Instagram, a little cursed when you’re there alone and naked with the curtains half open.

Arthur’s story usually gets told like some school textbook: round table, shiny armor, everybody noble and horny only in their hearts. This game looks at that same legend, then grabs it by the balls and asks, “ok but what if everyone here is a fucking mess?” You’re not roleplaying some shy dude in the corner. You’re Arthur himself, big crown, big sword, and even bigger ego, trying to keep a kingdom together while your perfect fairytale queen is slowly getting addicted to someone else’s cock. The “adventure” part isn’t about walking on world map or grinding slimes. It’s watching the whole Camelot fantasy rot from the inside, scene by scene, kiss by kiss, creampie by creampie, like a corrupted bedtime story someone rewrote after three drinks and zero shame.

Guinevere starts out all soft and holy, the classic big tit queen with the kind smile, and the game really takes its sweet time turning that halo into a collar. There’s this early moment where she’s standing in the courtyard, sunlight on her hair, dress hugging her big ass just enough to make you stare, and Arthur reaches from behind to grope her. Very romantic, right? Except the art lingers just a little longer on her blank look. Not disgusted, not happy. Just… empty. Two scenes later Lancelot is pressing her against a stone wall, hand over her mouth, whispering garbage about “protecting” her while his fingers slide under that same dress. The kissing there feels dirtier than half the full sex scenes. She resists, obviously, because she’s “loyal”, but then his hand is cupping her tits through the fabric and you see the nipple poking. The script doesn’t scream about it, but the CG does all the talking. It’s hot and awful at same time. I hated it, I loved it, I screenshotted it, I stared at it on my phone in the grocery line like an idiot.

Since it’s a kinetic story you don’t get choices, and that will piss some people off. You just sit and watch Camelot crumble in slow motion while Guinevere gets pulled deeper into Lancelot’s shit. He’s not some romantic hero, he’s a monster with pretty armor. The game treats him like a beast wearing a human face, a kind of monster girl energy but flipped: he devours instead of seducing gently. There’s a scene where Arthur is out showing off on the battlefield, being all dominant king, boot on some poor bastard’s chest, and he’s thinking about how he’ll reward his queen with a long, slow titfuck when he returns. At the exact same time the story cuts to her on her knees blowing Lancelot, tears mixing with spit, her throat bulging as she fights not to gag. No goofy sound effects, no exaggerated faces. Just wet, ugly, hungry cheating. Then the game shoves you right back into Arthur’s head like nothing happened. That cruel editing is honestly smarter than it needs to be for porn. The group scenes hit even harder, with Guinevere pinned in the middle of armored bodies, hands everywhere, one guy lifting her leg high while another rams into her from behind and the third uses her tits like warm toys. She’s moaning, begging, saying it’s wrong while her pussy clenches around them so hard you practically feel the creampie dripping out in the final frame. Sometimes Arthur is the one giving the orders, sometimes he’s the one being humiliated without even noticing, and sometimes you just want to shake him and yell “open your fucking eyes, king.” But he won’t. The tragedy is baked in, and the game never lets you fix it. You just watch, you jerk off, you feel a bit gross, and then you click to the next scene anyway.

Some games pretend the NPCs are alive. This one just shrugs and says “yeah, they’re fuckable furniture, what of it?” and somehow that’s way hotter than all that fake “deep story” bullshit. You’re this guy walking around a fantasy shop that’s stuck halfway between game UI and messy wet daydream, with girls who act like they’re stuck in a script until you poke the right flag. They stand there like regular background dolls, looping their little idle animations, and the second you click the right spot it’s like a switch flips and suddenly she’s on her knees, mouth open, doing things that would get you banned off Twitch in two frames. It’s very “what if every NPC in those old RPGs secretly had a hidden blowjob menu” and yeah, that sounds dumb, but it works. The whole world feels like those moments when you tab out of a gacha app and your brain is still thinking “what if I could just grab that sprite and make her strip right now.”

The point and click stuff actually matters here, which surprised me. You’re not just clicking through a VN with fake choices, you’re hunting for angles like a horny QA tester. Hit the wrong thing, she gives a dead-eyed default line, like “welcome, traveler” on repeat. Hit the right part of her body, or the background, or some tiny glowing bullshit you almost miss, and suddenly her dress is gone, tits bouncing, panties pushed aside, whole scene snapping alive. The stripping feels like you’re breaking the game rules in front of it, like you’re exploiting a bug where the dev forgot to lock the clothing layer. You can grope her breasts mid-dialog, shove a hand under her skirt, and the game just accepts it like “yep, that’s a valid action.” Half the fun is doing stuff the UI doesn’t politely suggest. At one point I accidentally clicked a weird object in the corner and the camera just yanked down to her ass and there it was, option to go straight for anal like it was a secret route. I laughed, then clicked it anyway, obviously. Watching the AI art squirm and shift between frames when she’s getting pounded is strangely hot and also cursed. Some frames her expression looks soft and sweet, next one she has this crazy porn face like she’s been on a 12-hour shoot. Feels like a horny slot machine.

What got me was how casual the “free use” vibe feels when everything around you is still stiff and NPC-ish. You can have her sucking you off in the middle of the shop, UI panels floating around like it’s just another menu. She’s moaning, drool sliding down, and the game still treats it like any other interaction, just with more fluids. Sometimes she’s bent over the counter, getting her pussy and then ass used like it’s just another line in the script, and the background doesn’t care. No guards, no “oh no, people will see,” just pure exhibition with all the emotion of opening a vendor tab, which somehow makes it even dirtier. One scene really hit that “reality glitch” thing: she’s doing oral, eyes up at you, but there’s this tiny moment where her idle NPC line triggers in the middle of it, like her mouth is full of cock and she still spits out a shopkeeper line, and it’s fucked and funny and hot all at once. The monster girl bit where she’s clearly not fully human but still reacts to groping like some cheap dating sim is the part I keep thinking about, for the wrong reasons. It’s the kind of game you keep “just checking another route” and suddenly you’re trying to see what else breaks if you ignore the polite options and treat every NPC like a bugged-out sex system waiting to be abused.

Lustful Years feels a bit like opening some old chat history with an ex and then accidentally clicking every horny memory at once. You’re stuck in this girl’s head while she stumbles from crush to crush, bed to bed, making choices that are way too hot for how simple they look on screen. One moment you’re just picking a casual line like “stay a bit longer” and the next moment she’s on her knees, fingers digging into the floor, taking a cock in her mouth like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. It doesn’t rush to the sex, which is weird, because when it happens it’s almost sudden. You blink, a few lines of flirting, some awkward silence, then boom: she’s gagging, drool on her chin, thinking if she should swallow or let it drip because she kind of likes the messy look.

What I liked is how her point of view always feels just slightly off. Not in a broken way, more like she pretends she’s this romantic girl, but your choices keep pulling her back to raw, animal stuff. You send her to “just talk” with someone and suddenly she’s pinned under him, her thighs spread, that slow push inside described with too much detail to be accidental. You can almost feel that moment where she stops resisting in her head, not because she’s forced, but because she wants it to hurt a bit, wants to be filled until she forgets whatever drama she had two scenes ago. Then another route turns weirdly soft, with her in bed, legs wrapped around a lover she actually likes, gentle strokes, quiet moans, her face buried in his neck while he slides in and out of her, no rush, like they have all the time in the world. It tries to sell you “love” and “years together” but honestly, the game is at its best when it’s just honest about how much she likes getting used, tongue busy, throat working, or her pussy clenching around someone who absolutely shouldn’t be there.

The dirty part is cool, but the money side annoyed me more than the usual “support the dev” stuff. You can see where certain options are clearly set up to be locked behind some future paywall or tier. That feeling when the game teases a nastier path, like pushing her to cheat or to let a guy finish deep inside without protection, then suddenly that branch feels thinner, like “ah, this will be the premium corruption track later.” It’s not aggressive yet, but you can smell it, like those mobile dating sims on Nutaku that pretend choices matter, then shove you into some subscription loop. For an “ethical” brain, it’s a bit ugly: the more interesting moral mess, the more likely that later it becomes content you have to tip for. At the same time, I kept clicking, so maybe I’m part of the problem. There’s this one scene where she has to decide if she kisses the guy goodbye or drops to her knees and gives him a sloppy farewell blowjob, with her mascara already ruined from earlier. Of course I picked the second, watched her choke and then ask for more, and in the back of my mind I could already imagine a pop-up saying “unlock alternative ending”. It’s not there yet, but the structure kind of whispers it. Still, when she’s lying on her back, legs shaking, cunt full and mind empty, the ethical consumer in me goes quiet for a bit and just clicks “Next”.

Nubilia 2 starts like one of those “serious” fantasy stories, with banners and family crests and all that noble shit, then five minutes later you’re drowning in horny scheming women who all know way more about your dead mom than they admit. You’re this young guy thrown back into a land of fancy city states and smug noble houses, trying to look dignified while your cock keeps making all the bad decisions. It feels a bit like someone mashed a murder mystery with a harem anime, then spiced it with that kind of horny political drama where everyone’s dress is one wrong move away from coming off. You’re supposed to investigate your mother’s murder, track who lied at the academy days, figure out which powerful family did what, but half the time you’re thinking “ok but if I push this flirt option, is she going to sit on my face or stab me, or both, and in which order.”

The story does that thing where it pretends you’re in control, but the women absolutely run the room. One scene you’re sitting in a velvet-drenched office, talking to this cool, elegant noble lady about trade routes and alliances, and then she leans forward, tits basically spilling out of her dress, and quietly asks what “services” you plan to offer her house in exchange for information. You pick the bold tease, she closes the door, locks it, pulls your belt open and gives you this slow, almost mocking blowjob while quizzing you about your father’s letters. It’s hot, but also awkward in a fun way, because she keeps stopping right before you cum to ask some political question like “and what about the border fort?” and you’re trying to answer while your dick is literally in her throat. Later, with another girl, there’s this bath scene where she uses magic to warm the water and then casually uses the same spell to make your cock throb harder and harder, basically edging you with enchanted bubbles. Completely unnecessary. Completely perfect.

Most of the game is wandering between these old families, peeling back secrets, and somehow every secret has a horny branch. You fuck your way through alliances, yeah, but not in a dumb “press button, see ass” way. Sometimes sex is a reward, sometimes a trap, sometimes straight up blackmail. One stuck with me: a younger noble, nervous but proud, lets you comfort her after a brutal argument with her aunt. You think it’s a soft, romantic scene, she’s shaking, you hug, clothes start coming off, she climbs onto your lap, slow grinding, whispering in your ear that she’s tired of being “bred like a mare for politics.” You swear to her you’re different while literally raw-dogging her on her late mother’s bed. Then in the morning she turns cold and uses the fact you slept with her as leverage to drag you into her faction. That mix of intimacy and “oh shit, I’m owned now” hits nicely weird. I just wish the game would remember which hand I picked for simple actions, it keeps swapping prompts around and it annoyed me once and now I cannot stop thinking about it. The magic stuff is sprinkled in like salt: enough to make scenes freaky without turning it into a superhero porn. Little spells to bind wrists without rope, illusions to make you see double while getting a blowjob, a protective charm that doubles as a kinky chastity gimmick. And somehow in between all of this, you’re still supposed to figure out who killed your mom, even though half the suspects are sitting on your face at regular intervals.

There is something very funny and a bit uncomfortable about this game. You sit there behind your screen, pretending to be chill, and at the same time you are literally micromanaging people’s path to sex, filth and spiritual collapse like you are doing some kind of dirty city management sim. You play as this demon who has a small town as his playground, and every little citizen is like a walking question: “How far will you push this one?” The angel shows up as your annoying coworker from heaven who ruins the mood, but also secretly makes things hotter because the whole “forbidden” thing gets doubled. Suddenly that shy librarian’s panties are not just panties, they are part of a cosmic argument.

The town itself is not some mega metropolis, more like a place where everyone knows each other too well, which is exactly the right size for gossip-based corruption. You watch them live their boring little lives and poke them with choices that are not boring at all. Do you take the married lady who only wanted to pray quietly and redirect her into late-night porn binges on her phone and small “harmless” sexting with the neighbor. Or you look at the local priest and think: yeah, let’s see how many confessions it takes before he breaks and starts touching what he shouldn’t touch. The game lets you tilt them slowly. One drink too many at the bar, one “friendly” massage, one visit to the adult shop at the wrong time. Sometimes it jumps straight into hentai territory, with bodies tangled and fluids everywhere, and sometimes it is just a pair of hands lingering too long on a shoulder, but you know very well where it is going. It loves the moment right before they fall. Honestly, I think the UI looks a bit like some old porn site you opened in high school, which is kind of perfect and kind of annoying when you misclick a tiny button and break the flow of your evil plan. But what actually gets into your head is this weird feeling that corruption here is not only about tits and asses, but about power. You are not just making them fuck, you are deciding what part of themselves they sacrifice for that fuck: faith, pride, loyalty, or sometimes just basic self-respect. And even if they moan and beg and look so happy in all those explicit scenes, there is always this tiny trace of “I lost something” in the background. Or maybe I imagine it. Anyway, the sex is filthy in a good way, animated with enough emphasis on messy details that nobody can pretend this is “pure romance.” It is porn that knows it is porn and also knows people go to confession after watching it, which is probably why the angel looks so frustrated all the time.