According to Sofia feels like reading someone’s horny diary while drunk, where every second page is a new excuse for why “this doesn’t count as cheating”. You’re basically hanging inside Sofia’s head while she lives with Bob, swears she loves him, and then spends the whole game bending the idea of loyalty like it’s a yoga class for her morals. She’s this bubbly blonde who acts dumb on purpose, but she’s not dumb, she’s just really good at pretending rules are optional if the dick is big enough or the dare sounds fun. One moment she’s cuddling Bob on the couch, promising she’d never hurt him, and the next she’s at some party letting a stranger draw on her boobs with a marker because “it’s just body art, like a tattoo, not sex”. The game leans into that constant mental gymnastics. You get those scenes where someone dares her to play strip poker, and she folds instantly, loses on purpose, laughs, and ends up naked on the table with guys staring at her, and she goes “Don’t worry, Bob, it’s only a game, not cheating if nobody cums… on the inside”. Yeah, the logic is that cursed.

What I liked is how the situations escalate without a big dramatic drum roll. It crawls up on you. First it’s just some flirty truth or dare, “show your panties” kind of thing. Then suddenly she’s on her knees in the bathroom during a house party, giving a messy blowjob to some dude she just met because technically “mouth stuff isn’t real sex” in her weird internal rulebook. And the game really milks the facial expressions. She has that innocent wide-eyed look while she’s swallowing, like she’s trying to convince herself and the player at the same time that this is fine, totally fine, nothing wrong here. There’s this one scene with a “backdoor only” arrangement that pretty much sums up the whole vibe. She’s drunk, straddling this guy’s lap, already half fucked, then stops and giggles, “But it can’t go in the front, that would be cheating, only the back is allowed.” And yeah, the game commits. You see everything, how her body reacts, how she tries to say no and then changes her mind mid-moan because “rules are flexible, right?” It’s filthy, sometimes stupid, sometimes actually funny in a fucked up way. She’ll finish with another guy, wipe her mouth, then go home to Bob acting like the sweetest girlfriend ever, baking something or snuggling him like she didn’t just get railed in a stairwell. I wish the game sometimes slowed down to show more of Bob’s side, his suspicions, but it kind of works that he’s this soft blur in the background while Sofia’s wild logic runs the show. It’s her world, he’s just the excuse she uses to call the whole mess “technically faithful.”