You know what really grinds my gears about this whole thing? The agent character, Mory Schiester, right? He’s supposed to be this big shot getting Charlie the gig on the Hole Shopping Channel. But the entire setup is so janky it feels like it was coded by a coked-up squirrel. The first scene loads and Charlie’s tits are just... there. Massive, blonde ambition, physics that make no goddamn sense. One second they’re defying gravity, the next they’re clipping through her own ribcage like a Bethesda glitch. I’m not even mad about the parody premise, it’s stupid funny, but the execution is a trainwreck. Pimp Master Shaft shows up and his dialogue is this broken mess of text strings that look like someone sneezed on a keyboard. “Shopping at home willn’t ever be the same” is literally in the description and I thought it was a typo. Nope. That’s the level of polish we’re dealing with.

The blowjob scene with the shopping channel microphone, I can’t. The audio cuts out halfway through and all you hear is this weird wet slapping that sounds more like someone dropping raw chicken on a tile floor. I had to check if my browser was dying. And the humor, it’s there, buried under the rubble. Charlie’s blank stare while she’s supposedly hosting a segment about a dildo shaped like a vegetable is peak comedy without meaning to be. I wish the clickable hotspots weren’t invisible half the time. You just poke at the screen like a confused grandparent until something moans.

There’s a moment where Shaft is supposed to be directing the action and his character model just T-poses in the corner. Asserting dominance, I guess. The whole thing feels like a fever dream you’d have after watching too much late-night cable. The erotic part is almost an afterthought because you’re too busy laughing at the sheer audacity of the broken mess. I wanted to see more of the actual shopping channel parody bits, the fake products, but the game just kind of forgets about that and turns into a loop of the same three animations. Still, watching Charlie try to sell a butt plug with the enthusiasm of a hostage victim is a specific kind of art.