Boss is in a meeting about synergy or whatever, so I'm hiding in the toilet scrolling through games. Found this billiard thing. Not billiards, billiard. The typo in the title should've been a warning. It's one of those browser games where the jank is the whole personality.

The premise is simple. Three girls, one table, you all shoot at the same time. It's chaos. Not the fun kind of chaos like when your cat jumps on the keyboard during a ranked match. More like trying to eat soup with a fork. The physics are... a suggestion. Balls will sometimes just stop dead, or launch off at an angle that defies every lesson from high school. You're supposed to pot the other players' balls, I think. Honestly, I spent most of my time just trying to make the cue ball connect with anything. The real model tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. The girls are photos of real women, poorly cut out and pasted onto a static pool hall background. Their expressions never change. It's like playing pool with three mannequins who are mildly disappointed in you.

The strip mechanic is the only reason anyone's here. Sink a ball, a piece of clothing vanishes. The lingerie underneath is... fine. Standard stuff you'd see in a mid-tier catalog. There's this one detail that drove me nuts. The blonde girl's bra strap clips through her shoulder for a single frame during the second stage of undress. Every single time. I started missing shots on purpose just to see it again. The striptease is less of a tease and more of a clinical removal. No animation, just a pop. One frame she's wearing a skirt, the next it's just gone. Like a magic trick performed by a robot with no sense of showmanship.

The arcade tag is a lie. There's no score multiplier, no power-ups, no satisfying "clack" sound. Just the wet thud of poorly mixed audio. A DLC that added some actual pool shark tension would be something. Imagine if they got nervous when you lined up a shot, or if the final piece of clothing required a called pocket. As it is, you just grind out the same broken shots until you've seen all three sets of pixelated nipples. Then you close the tab and wonder why your phone is so warm. The music loop is about 15 seconds long. I've heard it fifty times now. It's still playing in my head. A jaunty little tune that has no business being in a room with naked women and felt. I won't miss it when this meeting ends.