The whole thing runs on a dick-gun. I don't know who thought of that but they deserve a medal and maybe therapy. You're basically a floating weaponized crotch shooting playing cards at poker chips while a blonde woman waits for you to win enough hands. The cards fly out in this weird arc and half the time I'm not even aiming properly because I'm distracted by the physics of it all. The gun wobbles. It's ridiculous.

The stripping mechanic is tied to hundred dollar increments which feels like commentary on something but I'm too busy trying to hit a flush to care. You shoot the chips, the cards flip, and if your poker hand beats whatever invisible dealer is running things she takes something off. The model is this real looking blonde who starts in a dress and gradually loses it piece by piece. The animations are stiff. Like really stiff. But there's something about the jankiness that makes it more compelling than if it were polished. I spent twenty minutes just trying to get a straight flush and failing miserably because the aiming reticle drifts and I kept shooting the wrong chip. The arcade shooter part of my brain kept going "just one more round" while the horny part was getting increasingly frustrated.

The poker element is basic five card stuff. You don't get to hold cards or anything, it's just shoot and pray. Sometimes the cards land in combinations that make no sense and I swear the game cheats but I can't prove it. The strip sequences are the reward and they're fine. Nothing groundbreaking. The blonde has this expression that doesn't change whether she's fully dressed or down to nothing which is honestly kind of funny. Like she's judging your terrible poker skills. The whole thing feels like someone's fever dream coded in a weekend and I mean that as a compliment mostly. The erotic arcade concept works better than it should even when the execution is held together with tape.