The physics in this thing are completely unhinged and I think that’s the point. You’re aiming billiard balls at these holes cut into the felt, and inside each hole there’s a real model just... waiting. Not like a full person, more like a diorama of a person, a torso and a face peeking out from the green void. When the ball connects, the game does this weird zoom and she starts a striptease animation. The first time it happened I laughed because the ball just clipped through her shoulder on the way in. It’s not polished. It’s not trying to be.

I got stuck on the third girl for way too long. She’s in this corner pocket that the aiming line refuses to acknowledge exists. I’d line up a shot, the dotted trajectory would look perfect, and then the ball would veer off like it had a grudge against me personally. I started muttering incantations under my breath, actual Lovecraftian gibberish, like maybe the game wanted a ritual instead of a bank shot. That’s the headspace this puts you in. The models have that dead eyed early 2000s fmv look, which somehow makes the whole thing more surreal. When they start removing clothes it’s less sexy and more like witnessing a glitch in reality, a tear in the cosmic fabric where a woman is forever trapped in a pool table dimension and her only escape is a striped nine ball to the face.

The strip sequences are short loops, nothing fancy. One girl does this thing with her top where the fabric stretches weird, like the texture is mapped wrong, and I rewound it three times just to confirm I wasn’t hallucinating. I wish the balls made a wet squelch sound when they entered the holes. They don’t. Just a generic thud. Missed opportunity for some real eldritch kink atmosphere. Anyway the whole thing runs in browser and I closed the tab after about twenty minutes because my cat knocked something over and I never went back. Not because it was bad. Just because the moment passed.