The brunette in PokerPool 3 has this look, like she knows you're already losing. Not at pool, not at poker, but at life. I spent twenty minutes just trying to get the cue ball to stop rolling off the goddamn table. The physics are drunk. One shot it's like playing on ice, the next it's molasses. But her tits, man. They're right there. Real model, they say, and I believe it because the way the light hits her collarbone when she leans over to line up a shot, that's not something you fake with polygons.

The game is simple. Sink five balls, make a poker hand better than hers. She strips when you win. I kept losing because I was distracted by her ass when she bent over the table. It's a strategy game, supposedly. I'm a minimax guy, I calculate everything. But what's the optimal move when the opponent's nipple is about to slip out of that top? The AI cheats anyway. She made a full house from scattered balls like it was nothing. I had a pair of threes and a lot of frustration.

The music loops after forty seconds. I timed it. Forty. Seconds. Why do developers do this? There's a moment in the third round where she misses an easy shot and I thought, finally, the game has mercy. Then she sunk the eight ball from across the table. That's not even how pool works. But then her skirt came off and I forgot why I was angry. The poker mechanic is actually clever, combining two games that have no business being together. Like eating cereal with a fork. It works until it doesn't. Her smile when she wins, that slight smirk, makes you want to throw your mouse. But you don't. You click rematch.