The whole thing runs on this greasy loop. Girl sends you to the sex shop. You buy the thing. You come back. She does a little dance, maybe rubs herself on a pillow, then the screen goes dark and a new number pops up. Next. Like delivering pizza but nobody tips.

What kills me is the models. Real human, the tag says. They got this tired look, like they just finished a shift somewhere else and their feet hurt. The blonde in apartment 4B, you can hear a baby crying in the background. Nobody edited that out. They just kept filming while she held up a cheap dildo and tried to look impressed. Her smile stops right at the teeth, never reaches the eyes. And that's the part I can't stop watching.

The strip sequences. They take forever. There's no skip button, don't bother looking. You just sit there while some girl unhooks her bra like she's solving a puzzle, and the whole time I'm thinking, nobody wanted this to be a reality. Not her, not me, not whoever coded this glorified slideshow. But I kept clicking. Kept going to the store. The sex shop guy has one line of dialogue and his face is just a texture that repeats if you look too long. I wish there was an option to just stay in the store, argue with him about prices, something other than the reluctant striptease.

The video quality on the sex tape unlock is what you'd expect from a phone dropped in a puddle. Grainy, awkward angles, genuine discomfort you can't fake. That's the kink I didn't know I had, I guess. Watching someone go through the motions badly. The next door neighbor one, apartment 3C, she forgets her line halfway through and just stares at the camera for six seconds. Most honest moment in the game. Won't get patched out.