You know what's funny? I spent like three hours last night just watching the numbers go up on my spreadsheet. Not even the sex parts, just the management screen. My father in this game, some corpo bigshot, drops a fat stack of eddies in my lap and basically says "don't fuck it up" and what do I do? Immediately start a brothel. Classic.

The girls have these stats you train up, obedience and technique and some other things I already forgot. There's this one girl, got her from some back alley deal, terrible attitude but her pain tolerance was already at 60%. The clients in this cyberpunk hellhole are... specific. Some chrome-plated freak wants a girl who can recite poetry while being shocked? There's a fetish for that apparently. The game doesn't judge, it just provides the checkbox and you tick it and the money comes in. I wish the dialogue trees had more branches though, sometimes it feels like you're just clicking through the same three responses until the bar fills up. But then again, isn't that just customer service?

The whole thing runs in browser which means I can tab over to my actual work spreadsheets when the boss walks by. Same energy honestly. Numbers go up, dopamine hits, rinse repeat. The cyberpunk setting is mostly window dressing, neon signs and rain effects that my laptop fan hates, but it sets the mood. You're not saving the world here, you're just another scumbag exploiting the system. The sex slave training part is exactly what it sounds like, no romantic subplot to soften it, just raw transaction after transaction. Sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be roleplaying and just optimize the brothel layout for maximum throughput. What does that say about me? Don't answer that.