The first thing that hits you is the goddamn choice wheel, spinning like a slot machine in hell. You're some average dude one minute, then boom, you're Lucifer himself, escaped from the pit and stuck in a rental apartment with a photo of your "cousin" on the nightstand. The premise is so stupid it wraps back around to genius. You're the devil, but you still have to do laundry, apparently.

Gameplay is mostly clicking through text and making choices that barely matter until they suddenly do. One minute you're deciding whether to answer a text from a nurse with suspiciously perfect tits, next you're stripping her down via a photo minigame where you tap her bra clasp like it's a QTE from a ninja game. The photo mechanic is janky as hell. Sometimes the image just refuses to align, and you're left staring at a nipple that's half rendered, like a corrupted PNG from 2009. But when it works, oh boy. Real models, real tits, real "am I actually playing this at 2 pm on a Tuesday" energy.

The demon fights are there too, some half baked RPG thing where you sling magic at rogue souls. I forgot most of it because a demon queen with Bunny Madison's face showed up and I lost all sense of strategy. The writing is hilariously broken in places, like it was translated through three languages and a microwave. "You feel the dark power growing inside your pants" was an actual line. Not joking.

There's a lot of dressing up. The nurse outfit, the demon horns, the "I'm not a stripper, I'm a succubus" aesthetic. It's dumb, it's horny, it's exactly what you'd expect from an html game about being the devil. The real kicker is how the photos stop loading after a while, like the servers just gave up on your sin. Probably for the best. Your hand is tired.

Rating: - three blood drops and an eggplant. Interpret that however you want.

Dare to play it alone, or invite company? Probably alone. Definitely alone.