Amanda’s Temptation feels like watching that one “too put together” colleague slowly realize she’s absolutely not as innocent as she tells everyone. You start with Amanda, late 20s, tidy life, super proper teacher vibe, and she’s getting lightly bullied by her best friend for being single and “too good.” It sounds harmless at first, just joking around about her not getting laid, but the game does this slow, mean little thing where these jokes start to stick in her head. She goes home, closes the door, and suddenly you’re in her alone time where she’s replaying those comments and touching herself while pretending she’s still in control. The whole game hangs in that tension between “respectable adult woman” and “I kinda want to be used like a slut” energy, and some scenes really step over the line in the best way.

What I liked a lot is how the choices hit her inner voice rather than throwing you right into sex from nowhere. You pick if she answers her friend with fake confidence or quiet embarrassment. Then, later at night, she’s on her bed, phone screen lighting her face, some chat, some porn, some memory about a student’s dad looking at her legs a bit too long, and your earlier choices decide what she focuses on. There are moments where she’s trying to masturbate “normal,” like soft romance fantasy, and then one little decision you made before pushes her brain into something nastier. One path she’s thinking about soft kissing, another path she’s fingering herself to the idea of being talked down to and called out for being thirsty behind that good-girl mask. It’s not subtle at all, but her corruption feels earned, not just flipped like a switch. Unless you pick the most obviously horny options, then yeah, she goes downhill pretty damn fast, which is also fun.

As someone who is poly and usually wants games where I can juggle multiple love interests, this one is weirdly personal. You are basically deciding if Amanda goes for wholesome romance or just gives in and lets herself become the “fuck it, I want everything” version of herself. It never fully becomes a big harem thing, which annoyed me a bit, because the setup is perfect for her to explore several people at once instead of a simple “good route / bad route” logic. Still, the teasing hits hard. Her best friend keeps poking at her, sometimes in a flirty way, sometimes almost cruel, and I kept waiting for that scene where Amanda just snaps and kisses her mid-sentence. Depending on choices, you can steer her closer to that kind of thing or keep her more reserved, but even on the more “sweet” path she ends up touching herself a lot, replaying scenes, imagining different outcomes. The art sells it: the slow change in her expressions, the way her eyes shift from shy to hungry, how her body language moves from closed off to “yeah, look at me.” The romance angle is there, but the real kink is watching her lose the comfort of being a “good teacher” and realizing she likes the dirty thoughts way more than the safe ones. The game never pretends that is not hot as hell.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

Play blackjack against Brooke, the alluring blonde bombshell, and watch as each win forces her to peel off another layer of her enticing outfit. The stakes are high, and the reward is even hotter: every winning round turns into a private show where Brooke slowly reveals her stunning body. Brooke’s blackjack game can be tough, as if the house always has the ideal cards, but that only makes your wins sweeter. Bet smart and keep playing; the tension rises as Brooke’s teasing striptease unfolds hand after hand. Each stage of Brooke’s striptease is captured in vivid photos, letting you savor her beauty as she gradually exposes herself. This isn’t just about counting cards – it’s about watching Brooke’s striptease unfold as you outplay the dealer. Every hand won is a small victory that brings Brooke closer to revealing her flawless figure, making it impossible to stop playing. Strategy meets seduction in this blackjack showdown with Brooke, where every move counts toward an unforgettable reward. Step up your game, stake your chips, and watch as Brooke strips down hand after hand, rewarding your skill and luck.

This thing feels like somebody grabbed my lonely browser history, sprinkled a bit of cheap perfume on it, and said “here, touch yourself and also maybe feel a bit sad about your life choices.” You get one blonde girl, that’s it, and you just... fuss over her. Change her outfit, swap bras and panties, throw on some necklace that looks way too expensive for the room she’s in. It’s basically paper dolls for horny adults. Weirdly relaxing. Annoying too, because every time I thought “ok this look is perfect, she’s a classy slut now” I noticed some tiny thing like the shoes not matching and then spent forever switching them around like it actually mattered. It doesn’t. But it feels like it does when you’re already hard and still choosing between black lace and white lace like this is some kind of emotional decision.

The strip routine kicks in once you hit that little “alright, showtime” vibe in your head. She starts peeling things off in front of you, piece by piece, and it actually matters what you dressed her in before. If you put her in boring underwear, the whole thing feels like watching your neighbor doing laundry with music on. But if you stack layers like some horny onion, that slow reveal hits different. I made her start in this tight little dress over matching set, with thigh-highs that didn’t really match, and for some reason that mismatch was the hottest part when she slid them down. The movement is not fancy, it’s almost awkward, like she practiced in front of a cheap mirror and said “yeah that’s good enough.” Honestly I kind of love that. In real clubs, half the girls don’t dance like porn stars either. Sometimes they just sort of sway and look at you like “tip me or fuck off.” It has that energy. I once spent half a night lost in a YouTube rabbit hole of amateur strip videos instead of answering Tinder messages, and this game pokes that same broken part of my brain.

Control wise, it’s all point, click, undress, redress, repeat. No one explains anything, and they don’t need to. You drag your mouse over menus like you already know where the fun is. You won’t, and that’s half the charm. I kept clicking back through the wardrobe trying to remember where that one bra came from, the one that made her look like she’s pretending to be innocent for about two seconds before climbing on your lap. Couldn’t find it again later and I’m still annoyed, like Spotify forgetting a song you once loved. There are accessories that look hot but also completely useless, which is perfect. Real strippers wear stuff that makes no sense if you think about it more than two seconds. Choker that screams “daddy issues,” earrings so big they could catch radio signals, all while you know it’s coming off anyway. I wish she reacted a bit to the outfit choices, maybe a smirk when you strip her down to just panties, or a slower tease when she’s wearing more, but she just keeps doing her thing. Not a huge deal. Or maybe it is. Whatever. By the time I finally got the exact outfit I wanted, I had already forgotten what I was trying to prove to myself. Just sat there, watching this digital blonde take off clothes I carefully picked, feeling both turned on and oddly proud. Then mildly depressed. Then horny again.