The first client of the day is a businessman with a tie loosened just so, and she's already mentally redecorating his hotel room. That's the thing about this one. It's not the sex that hooks you, it's the shopping. You earn cash from each john, a grimy little pile of coins that clinks satisfyingly, and then you spend it all on a new rug. Or a lamp. The game is ostensibly about a prostitute's daily grind, but I spent twenty minutes agonizing over whether the potted plant looked better by the window or the bed. The achievements pop for things like "first double penetration" and "new wallpaper," which is a jarring combo that I kind of respect.

The art is deliberately rough, like a sketch on a bar napkin, and the animations are the same three frames cycling with a mechanical desperation that honestly fits the theme. You click through dialogue that reads like a bad porno script translated twice, and then you're in a room, clicking on hotspots to change positions. Missionary, doggy, a blowjob that looks more like she's angrily interrogating a microphone. It's clunky. The pacing is all wrong, a frantic rush to the finish line followed by an abrupt silence where you just... buy a bookshelf. I found myself rushing through the sex to get back to the decorating. Is that a failure of the porn, or a triumph of the interior design mechanics? I don't know.

The girl herself has this vacant, dead eyed stare that never changes, whether she's taking it from behind or picking out a new duvet cover. You'd think a life like hers would leave a mark, but she's a blank slate. And maybe that's the point. You project onto her. You make her apartment a sanctuary. Then you send her back out to the street to get railed by a guy named "Todd" so you can afford a matching nightstand. The game never judges this cycle, and neither did I.