New city, tiny apartment, two gorgeous strangers who somehow say yes to sharing a place with you. It already feels like porn logic, but the game plays it like a horny little romance experiment. Emily and Olivia are not some copy-paste “good girl / bad girl” pair, they’re more like “I could see these two on my Instagram feed and accidentally stalk all their pics.” You start with small talk, jokes, a bit of safe flirting, or you just go full unfiltered thirst if you feel like it. The fun part is that the game doesn’t treat you like a saint. You can be sweet, awkward, a bit of a creep, or all three in the same evening, and they actually react to it in a way that kinda feels like real messy people. One moment you’re doing this chill roommate banter about snacks and streaming apps, and next scene Olivia is sitting too close on the couch, leg touching yours, pretending that’s totally normal. Sure. Totally normal.

Then the lockdown hits and everything tightens, in more ways than one. No bars, no dates outside, no “sorry I’m busy tonight” excuses. Just three horny adults stuck in the same four walls while the world outside goes silent. The game leans hard into that cabin fever energy: long lazy mornings, late-night conversations where everyone’s a bit too honest, tension that builds up slowly until even making coffee in a t-shirt with no bra feels like foreplay. My favorite bit is how your earlier choices come back when you’re stuck together. If you’ve been flirty and playful with Emily, she starts to open up, sits on your bed to “talk” and just stays there a little too long. If you were more teasing with Olivia, she starts testing you, brushing against you in the hallway, staring a bit too long when you come out of the shower. Sometimes they feel super natural and then they suddenly talk like hentai heroines and your brain goes “lol nobody says that” but you still keep clicking because it’s hot.

Sex scenes don’t show up right away, which is funny because the whole game kinda screams “we’re all gonna fuck” from the first minute. When it finally tips over, it’s not subtle. One thing leads to another, hands wandering, clothes half on, and before you realize, you’re on your knees between Emily’s thighs, tongue deep in her, everything wet and noisy and way too loud for how thin those apartment walls look. The CGs love those close-up angles, like the artist really wanted you to notice every drop and every little twitch of her hips. I actually laughed once because a pillow suddenly disappeared between scenes and I was like, where the hell did the pillow go, did it teleport out so it doesn’t get covered in fluids or what. But then Olivia walks in, sees what’s happening, pauses for that one delicious “should I join or should I leave” second, and of course the story pushes the temperature higher. It’s not some deep “relationship simulator”, but the mix of romance, awkward roommate moments, and filthy tongue-on-pussy action hits that sweet spot where you both care about them and still want to absolutely ruin them on the couch.