Amy shows up in this old guy’s house thinking it will be boring grown up life: run the bar, be the good wife, kiss her husband, pay the bills, repeat. The place looks normal at first, dusty bottles, ugly curtains, quiet town that pretends to sleep early. But the bar has this weird atmosphere, like everyone already knows Manuel and Amy are too innocent for that neighborhood. The game really leans into that slow slide. At the beginning you look at Amy and she still dresses like a newlywed who wants to impress her man, cute tops, shy smiles, trying to be “proper”. Then you start talking to Daniel, the almost-brother, and it gets ugly in a hot way. He is around all the time, always a bit too close, casual touching that is not really casual, hands on her waist when he “helps” in the bar, his eyes staying on her chest when she bends to get a bottle. The camera loves those small things, tiny hip moves, the curve of her ass when she squeezes between clients.

The fun part is how normal stuff turns pervy without big drama. One night you decide the bar uniform should be “more attractive” for the mostly male regulars. Simple choice, right, good for business. Next thing, Amy is there in a short skirt and tight top, pretending she does it only for tips, cheeks red because she knows the whole room is staring at her underwear each time she climbs the tiny step behind the counter. You can move her around, take orders, and there are these little animated loops when guys “accidentally” brush her tits when they pay or press too close when they talk. At first she pulls back and acts offended, later she just freezes for a second, then keeps working like nothing. That change is corruption in small doses, and it hits harder than some games where she just jumps straight to gangbang in a parking lot. There is this one scene where Amy has to clean after closing, alone with Daniel. Music from the shitty radio app on her phone, the bar is half lit, and he stands behind her, guiding her hands when she polishes the counter, fingers sliding from her wrists to her boobs, squeezing slow, like he is testing what he can get away with. She whispers that Manuel could come back any moment, but her body clearly does not want him to stop. You see the hesitation, then she relaxes and lets him grope her while she keeps wiping the table, breathing heavier. It is not subtle, but it feels like something that grew over several choices, not just random porn logic. Later on, when she ends up jerking him off in a storage room while customers sit just a thin wall away, her face is this mix of fear and lust, glancing at the door, trying not to moan when his cum hits her hand. It feels dirty in a very specific “I should not like this but I do” way.

It all plays nice on mobile too, controls are basic tap and swipe, no weird UI puzzle. I was using Chrome on Android and it ran fine, even while I had Telegram, Discord and Spotify fighting in background. The character models are 3D but not super realistic, more like sexy dolls that move just enough to sell the scene. Boobs bounce when she hurries to serve drinks, skirt rides up when she leans to show a bottle on the upper shelf, pussy gets small visual changes as she goes from obedient wife to “I let another man fuck me raw and I probably want more”. Sex scenes go straight into vaginal, not wasting much time on soft romance. The first time she spreads for someone who is not her husband, there is this sick thrill, because the game never hides that it is netorare. Manuel is around, being this clueless good guy, bringing flowers, talking about plans for the bar. While he does that, you are already planning when Amy will sneak behind his back again. The guilt is there but the game kind of laughs at it, like “you clicked the pervy option again, what did you think would happen”. Exhibition stuff pops in often too, like her “innocent” dancing in the bar turning slowly into something closer to stripping, panties briefly visible, drunk regulars cheering, some of them reaching out to touch. You can see the exact moment where she stops acting ashamed and starts enjoying the power, hips rolling on purpose, teasing them, then letting a hand stay on her thigh longer than necessary. I wish you could adjust small details like nail color or different panties for each shift, but that is probably never coming and I keep staring at the same white lace set like a clown. Still, the corruption path feels heavy and sticky, like old beer on the bar floor, and once you get into it, you kinda don’t want to wash it off.

Edward is the kind of guy you look at and think, “yeah, this dude really believes in romance.” He’s got that boring good-boy energy, the one who plans date nights, remembers anniversaries, all that crap. His girl, Erica, she’s got this soft sweetness at first glance, but her body is just pure trouble. Huge tits that don’t fit normal clothes right, an ass that keeps stealing every scene she’s in, tight skirts that pretend to be modest and fail every time. The story just drops you in the middle of their “happy” relationship, no grinding for stats, no dumb choices, just watching him slowly fuck around with the idea of “sharing” her like it’s a game and not a complete mindfuck. And then there’s Diego. Tall, confident, that annoying kind of chill dude who always looks like he knows more than you. The second he appears, it’s obvious what role he’ll play, but the tension is still hot as hell. There’s this nice build up where Edward is acting like he’s just being open minded, teasing her with dirty talk, showing her porn of girls getting used by other guys while pretending he’s not secretly terrified and turned on at the same time.

What I liked is how the whole thing moves like a slow train crash. No branching, no “good” route where everything stays pure. You just watch them slide from harmless flirting to real line-crossing. It starts with Edward pushing Erica to dress more revealing around Diego, little stuff like bending too much in front of him, accidental tits out of the bra, her laughing it off but not really. Then the eye contact gets longer, the jokes get dirtier, and the story leans hard into that cruel mix of romance and betrayal. Edward keeps telling himself this is their “thing,” that he’s in control, that he’s the one giving permission. And it’s kinda hot at first. There’s a moment where Erica sits on Edward’s lap while texting Diego, and the whole scene is just her grinding her big ass slowly while typing, pretending it’s nothing. No crazy action, just tension and cocky little smiles. That part stuck with me more than some of the full-on sex later.

The sex itself flips between tender and brutal in a nice way. One minute you have Edward and Erica making love like they’re still in a normal couple story, kisses, soft touches, her tits bouncing as she rides him, whispering that she loves only him. Next scene, Diego has her folded up, grabbing her ass with both hands, her moaning louder than she ever did with Edward, and the camera is unkind about it. You see the little details that hurt the most: her losing control when Diego hits that spot inside her, the way she calls his name a bit too clear, the exact second Edward’s fake confidence breaks. There’s teasing everywhere, not just sexual teasing, but emotional. She’ll say “it’s just fun, you know that” while her body clearly tells another story. The game makes you sit through Edward trying to be cool about it, to pretend this is still “their” fantasy and not his private nightmare. Some scenes are honestly rough if you’re a purist. At one point Diego sits on the couch like he owns the place, Erica standing between his knees, tits half out, and Edward just watches, frozen. It pissed me off a bit how easily she melts, but I couldn’t stop watching either. And I’m not even into this stuff usually, I’m that boring vanilla guy who just wants one-on-one romance, yet here I am, watching this dude slowly lose his girl and getting hard anyway. That’s probably the worst part.

Waking up naked in a city that looks like Silent Hill fucked a factory and then forgot to clean up after, that’s the vibe here. You open your eyes, have zero clue who you are, and the first real thing you focus on is this girl, Ophelia, who is hot in a wrong kind of way. Not wrong like “oh no, she’s evil”, more like “why does her body move like that and why do I like it so much”. She talks to you like she’s already decided you’re hers, and the game never really lets you feel fully safe around her, even when she’s stroking your cheek or dropping to her knees in first person view. One second you’re flirting, next second you’re both scavenging in a ruined supermarket while something wet and angry screams somewhere in the dark aisle behind the cereal. It’s messy, horny, and kind of romantic in that trash-fire way where the world is ending but you still argue about who gets to be on top.

The loop sneaks up on you. At first you just click around, pick up scrap, figure out some simple crafting, like “ok, I need this to not die, and that to impress the monster girl who can snap me like a twig but would rather tease me senseless”. Then you start thinking in turns. That nasty creature you meet in the subway? You’re watching its attack pattern, saving skills, deciding if losing here is actually a bad thing, because there is a non-zero chance it pins you down and suddenly you’re getting railed while the combat music is still echoing in your head. Sometimes it’s vaginal, sometimes it’s anal, sometimes the thing pulls out a surprise dick and your brain goes “wait what” at the same time your body goes “keep going”. The wild part is, a lot of these sexy punishments you can avoid if you don’t fuck up, but the game kind of tempts you to misplay. Like, you know that if you keep defending instead of killing her, this tall futa hunter might “reward” you by using your mouth until the screen literally fogs. I said I was going to play smart and then suddenly I am losing a fight on purpose like a clown.

The mood keeps swinging. You get this bleak, broken-city horror, ruined apartments lit by flickering signs, dead silence in one street and then some giggly banter with Ophelia as she strips piece by piece while pretending it’s part of a “strategic plan” to distract an enemy. Sure girl, it’s for tactics. She kisses another woman in front of you once, slow and deep, and you get that sharp jealous sting that hits harder than most jump scares. If you push it, they drag it into full lesbian territory and you’re just there, stuck between wanting to watch and wanting to join. There’s also these quiet POV moments when she crawls into your lap in some half-collapsed shelter, tells you stupid jokes, then casually opens your pants and starts sucking you off while still talking about survival routes like this is the most normal thing. The romance side is weirdly soft in places, with her asking little things about what you like, what you hate, how rough she can be, and from that point the dating sim brain kicks in and you start gaming her affection like it’s Tinder but with actual teeth. I wish the UI for the crafting menu didn’t look like it was slapped together in a hurry, but in a twisted way it fits the whole ruined-world energy, so I’m not even confident I want it changed. Just be warned: if you’re like me and tell yourself “I’m going to focus on survival”, you’ll still end up knee deep in sex scenes where losing a turn in combat means some hungry girl-monster is riding you in full animation and you suddenly forget completely why you came into that area in the first place.

Darci hits like a wet dream that crawled out of your teenage goth phase and learned how to fuck reality. Big tiddy, crow-winged, pointy-eared trouble walking through this moody Avalonian city where every alley feels like it smells of cold rain and dirty sex. She is this tall, black-lipsticked futa elf with thighs like religion and a cock that looks like it has its own backstory. Sometimes she just stands in the mirror of her crappy rented room, eye bags dark as ink, feathers twitching, and you feel how much she hates and loves her own body at the same time. The game lets you sit inside that body, inside her head, while she tries to pretend she is just another freak in a society full of polished liars and quiet monsters.

The first time you walk into the GothHouse, the place feels less like “home” and more like someone mashed a sex dungeon with a student dorm and forgot to clean up the energy. Those girls are not just NPCs, more like walking fetishes with their own scars. There is that pale vampire-esque girl in the corner, huge tits squeezed in a corset that looks one breath away from breaking, who pretends not to stare at Darci’s bulge. Later, when you actually choose to follow her to the shared shower, the way the scene goes from awkward small talk to her on her knees, lipstick smeared on Darci’s shaft, water hissing over skin, feels messy in a good way. It is not some clinical porn flow. She gags once, laughs, then keeps going, and Darci’s crow instincts flare up, claws digging into tile, eyes glowing that sick underworld purple. The sex can switch from slow, clingy lesbian grinding to full-on “pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out” when Darci stops being scared of her own power and actually uses it. The game is at its best when it lets you drag that line between tenderness and corruption with one more thrust.

Funny thing, the story pretends to be about “finding her place in society”, but half the time you are just seeing how far you can push these girls before something breaks. There is that elf priestess type who looks holy until you get her alone behind the shrine and make her moan so loud it feels like prayer turned inside out. Darci buries her cock in her while feathers shed to the ground like black snow, and for a moment the underworld power pulses through both of them, giving you this tiny illusion of romance that the next scene absolutely ignores. Some conversations drag on too long, like the game is trying to be all deep and moody while you are just waiting to see if the big ass demon girl in the kitchen will finally bend over the table. She does, eventually, and the vision of Darci grabbing those wide hips, tits swinging, driving in hard while the demon girl laughs and claws at the wood, that wipes away most complaints. Not all, because yeah, sometimes the pacing stumbles and the “universe notes” feel like reading someone’s tumblr lore between jerk-off sessions. But then there is that quiet night where Darci, exhausted, curls around another goth girl in bed, both naked, soft boobs pressed together, dick resting lazy between warm thighs instead of pounding. It is almost sweet. Almost. Then she wakes up, remembers she is a half-crow freak with hellfire between her legs, and you go hunting again.