The gear shift feels cheap. Plastic, hollow, like it'd snap if you really slammed it. Which is what you're supposed to do, right? Drag racing. Beat the girl, get the... prize. The tuning menu is a joke, three sliders that don't seem connected to anything real. I maxed out "acceleration" and the car still bogged off the line like a diesel tractor.

The first race is against some blonde in a crop top. She talks trash, badly translated trash. "You drive like my grandmother fucks." What does that even mean? Slow and with great disappointment? I don't know. The race itself is just tapping a button in rhythm, a green zone on a tachometer that wobbles around. Miss the zone, engine bogs. Hit it, you surge forward. It's not racing, it's a quick time event stretched over a quarter mile. I won, barely. The screen cut to a static image of the blonde bent over her hood, skirt hiked up, with a text box that said something about "deep victory." The art is... functional. Anatomically questionable in places. Her spine curved like a question mark.

There's this weird thing where you can upgrade your car with "charisma" parts. A spoiler that supposedly makes the next girl's clothes looser? I don't get it. The second racer, a redhead with sunglasses, kept glitching out. Her car would teleport forward ten meters, then stop dead. I lost three times because the rhythm zone just vanished. No warning. Just gone. I almost closed the tab. But then I remembered the blonde's weird spine and thought, what the hell, one more try. The redhead's scene was... wetter. More explicit. The sound design is just a loop of an engine and a woman's moan that doesn't sync with anything. It's like a fever dream assembled from free asset packs. I wish the actual driving felt like anything at all. But it won't. It's just tapping. Tap tap tap. Victory. Another jpeg unlocks. The whole thing runs in a browser window I kept resizing to hide at work.