You start as this guy who just got kicked out of his job as a nightclub bouncer, tossed aside like trash while drunk idiots you used to throw out are still inside buying bottles. You’re pissed, broke, and then you find out your own dad fucked you harder than any of the scenes in this game by stealing from the local crime boss. So when the kingpin drags you in, you’re already in that “I’m fucked anyway” mindset. Instead of just killing you, he realizes his spoiled, hot-as-sin daughter Angel needs a bodyguard. She’s got that mix of rich girl attitude and hidden vulnerability that makes you wanna fuck her and protect her at the same time. One wrong move and she gets hurt. One right move and she moans your name with mascara running. The game pretty much lives in that tension. You’re walking behind her in tight dresses, watching her ass sway while some sleazy businessman stares at her chest, and you’re deciding if you break his nose, humiliate him, or just quietly enjoy the view and let things go way too far later. It gives you this weird power trip where you’re the dog on the leash, but you also hold the chain.

The routes sit on top of that simple idea and twist the knife. If you play nice, act like a gentleman, take hits for her, pull her out of danger, keep your dick in your pants when you should, you get the sweet side. Soft kisses after a gunfight, her clinging to your arm, slow sex scenes where she’s actually looking in your eyes, whispering that she feels safe with you while you’re sliding inside her. Then you replay, pick the “jerk” options, and you’re still saving her, just treating everyone like shit, grabbing her by the chin, fucking her against the bathroom sink while she’s half mad, half soaking wet, begging you to be rougher. The game is at its nastiest when you start drifting into those choices where you don’t fully protect anyone. There’s that bar scene where Angel is drunk, some other guy is clearly checking her out, and you can either shut it down or “watch what happens.” If you look away, pretend you don’t see, the game punishes you in a different way. You walk back into the room later and she’s already on her knees for him, lipstick smeared, her voice all needy while the other guy is gripping her hair, and you just stand there like a ghost. It hits that netorare vibe pretty hard, especially when she still smiles at you after like nothing happened, or worse, when she tells you she thought you didn’t care. The sharing route feels even more twisted, because now you’re not just a coward, you’re the one who opens the door. You say “yeah, go ahead,” and watch her get tossed around by other men, sometimes with you joining in, sometimes not, and the game really likes to show her brain getting rewired from “my protector” to “use me more.” Vaginal scenes are the core, and they are not shy. Missionary with her legs shaking around your waist, her nails scratching your back while she’s cumming and calling you “boss” or “sir,” then later in the darker paths, the same position but with a different man, and you just seeing it from the side like some pathetic extra. The romance angle actually works when it wants, and then the corruption cuts through it like a knife, so you end up horny, annoyed, turned on, and a little bit angry at yourself for choosing what you chose, which is exactly why it kinda sticks in your head after you close the tab.