Ace is that kind of guy you meet at a shitty afterparty and immediately know he only remembers names long enough to moan them. He works in porn, he treats sex like people treat swiping on Tinder, and his biggest life philosophy is basically “whose mouth, whose hole, what time.” Zero shame, zero depth, and somehow it fits him. The whole story kicks off when his genius boss decides Halloween is the perfect time to drag a porn crew into a creaky mansion in the middle of nowhere and shoot something “themed.” Of course Ace signs up. Of course. Hot girls, a big house full of places to sneak around, and a paycheck. On the surface it sounds like one more shoot for him, except this place has a history that doesn’t stay politely in the past and the girls are not just disposable fuckdolls. At least, not all of them. You’re moving around this mansion, checking rooms, spying on girls when they think nobody is watching, catching them in half-costumes and half-truths. The game really leans into that quiet moment when you’re hidden in a dark corner and she thinks she’s alone in her bedroom, fingers slowly sliding under panties, or kneeling in front of some “practice” prop, mouth opening like she’s rehearsing. The animation makes it feel like you’re stuck watching your own dirty imagination move in slow circles. I opened it thinking “ok, quick jerk,” and then I’m sitting there planning which corridor to stalk next.

I like how it pretends to be a harmless porn shoot and then keeps dropping these little choices that feel like they don’t matter at first, until suddenly they do. You flirt with one girl by the staircase instead of going to the kitchen, and later she’ll be the one tugging your belt open behind a dusty curtain, lips doing all the talking while she glares up like she owns you. Or you ignore her and maybe she’s the one screaming somewhere deeper in the house while you’re busy getting your dick sucked by someone else in an attic room. The game doesn’t scream at you that it’s a sandbox, it just sort of lets you wander, get lost, peek, jerk off in places you really shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel like you crashed someone’s private porno. The dating angle is messy in a good way: you’re not this romantic hero, you’re Ace, you fuck around, say stupid things, pick the “wrong” girl, then later she’s the only one who still trusts you enough to drag you into a bathroom, lock the door with a shaky hand and drop to her knees like “we don’t have much time” while you’re half thinking about ghosts and half about keeping quiet so nobody hears her gagging on your cock. The voyeur parts are where it gets strangely intimate: watching two girls argue in the hallway, then one storms off and the other stays behind, leaning on the railing, breathing hard, sliding one hand up under her skirt, angry and horny and not knowing Ace is right behind a cracked door, stroking himself in sync. The phone format actually fits the whole thing, by the way; it feels dirty to be playing it on the same screen where you check work email and grocery lists. You go from solving some small puzzle with a creaky lock to getting your face sat on by a girl still in half her Halloween makeup, smearing lipstick on your skin while she grinds on your tongue like she’s auditioning for her own scene. It’s rough around the edges in that “made by horny humans with too much coffee and not enough QA” way, but honestly that kind of matches Ace himself, all impulse and no filter. There’s this one moment where you’re supposed to be doing something serious, digging into the mansion’s story, and instead you end up watching grainy footage on an old screen of a previous shoot that never finished, zooming in on a girl on her knees, drool webbing from her lips while she takes a thick cock deep, and you’re just there, thumb on your phone, stroking to a fictional guy who is technically your colleague. It’s grimy and hot and a little wrong, which is exactly why I kept going back into that damn mansion instead of answering my actual messages.