Hell has a weird sense of humor here. Instead of fire and torture racks, you get a tiny boring town full of people who pretend they’re good, and an overachieving demon who’s basically your horny project manager. Your “job” is simple on paper: push these walking hypocrisies into every ugly, dirty, wet sin you can think of, and do it faster than the angel who’s fluttering around trying to keep their halos from sliding off during sex. The funny part is that the town looks harmless at first glance. A quiet shopkeeper, uptight priest, lonely housewife, nerdy student, those office types who act like they’re married to Excel. Then you start poking around, you see how thin their morals are. One slightly wrong choice and the shy girl who “never does this” is suddenly on her knees in the back room, drool on the floor and mascara halfway across her face, while you’re already planning who to corrupt next.

What makes it feel good is how the game treats sex like a slow infection instead of a jump scare. Early scenes are pretty tame, just some teasing, half-accidental groping, a hand going a bit too low, like they’re still telling themselves it doesn’t count as cheating if they don’t kiss. Then it escalates. You walk the same route through town, but the energy shifts. The bar that was almost empty before now has a drunk office lady grinding on some random guy’s thigh, pretending she doesn’t notice his cock pressing into her. The girl who once refused to wear a short skirt is now “just trying something new” while her panties are basically transparent. And both you and the demon know it’s because you chose to nudge her, again and again, into that spiral. It feels a bit like philosophy class crashed into Pornhub: every choice is technically about ethics, but the answer is always someone getting fucked against a wall. The angel keeps showing up with this fake pure attitude, trying to reset people, but you can drag the same characters back into filth, harder than before, until the whole concept of redemption starts feeling like a running joke.

There’s this one route where you keep visiting a very religious household. At first it’s just awkward talk about virtue, prayer, that usual “we must resist temptation” script. Then you get one crack in the armor. A slightly too long look, a hand “accidentally” touching a thigh, the mother biting her lip when she thinks nobody sees. A few corrupt choices later, and the man who led grace at dinner is fucking his daughter on the couch while the wife watches with her hand shoved into her panties, whimpering like she’s the one being used. The game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic. It’s messy, uncomfortable, and hot in that specific “I shouldn’t be enjoying this but I absolutely am” way. The angel interfering there feels almost comic, like trying to cover a cum-stained sheet with a prayer book. The more progress you make, the more the whole town becomes this living map of your sins: streets that used to feel clean are now linked in your mind with moaning, spit, rough hands, and all those “oh god” lines that clearly don’t mean god at all. And the demon? He’s not your friend, not really. He’s just as obsessed with ambition and winning as any startup boss, only his KPI is how many holes you can turn into willing, greedy, shameless tools of hell. If that idea alone doesn’t turn you on a bit, this probably isn’t your town anyway.

Nubilia looks all noble and shiny on the map, but the second you drop into this mess you realize it’s less “honor and duty” and more “who’s trying to ride your dick while stabbing your bloodline in the back”. You’re this magic talented heir with a dead mom, a pissed off father, and a whole buffet of highborn girls who smile at you like angels while clearly doing war crimes in their spare time. Every city-state you visit throws another walking fantasy wallpaper at you: prim and proper lady in silk who talks about politics with her tits halfway out, battle mage with scars and zero patience for your bullshit, that one smug noble girl who calls you “peasant” while eyeing your crotch like it’s a legendary artifact. The game just leans into the chaos. One scene you’re interrogating some duchess about your mother’s murder, next scene she has you pinned on a velvet couch, dress around her waist, gasping about “alliances” while grinding down on you so hard you forget you were supposed to be angry.

What actually sold me is how your magic and choices keep twisting the relationships. You’re not just clicking through porn slides. You build this reputation across the nine cities, and girls react to it. Act like a ruthless bastard? Some of them get dripping wet when you dominate them. Others flinch, pull back, and you only get them to open up after you save their ass in a duel where spells are flying and you’re trying not to stare at jiggling cleavage in slow motion. You flirt during strategy talks, tease them in corridors, use magic in bed in a way that’s absolutely illegal in at least five churches. One night you’re sneaking into a manor with a noble sorceress partner who whispers a spell to make you invisible, and the moment you’re alone in her tower she cancels the spell and climbs you like a ladder, begging you to “claim her house” while raking nails down your back. Another time you’re at a fancy banquet, every lady dressed like she lost a fight with a corset, and under the table you’ve got one girl stroking you with her foot while another pretends not to notice and keeps asking about your “magical potential” with this filthy smile. It’s that mix of murder mystery, faked loyalty, and full-on harem corruption that hits. Everyone’s pretending to be civilized while you’re balls deep in future enemies, trying to guess which soft moaning noble slut actually stuck a knife in your mother. And the worst part? Sometimes they look up at you with those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, whisper “I’d never hurt you” while you’re filling them, and for a second you almost believe them.

It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

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

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

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