The loading screen is a pixelated cat thing with a question mark tail and I already know I’m in for something that thinks it’s cleverer than it is. Pussymon. Right. The whole premise is you trade a missing ring for a missing robot, which is like swapping a lost sock for a nuclear code, but whatever, the plot is just a clothesline to hang tits on.

You walk into the castle and immediately the queen is diddling herself on the throne. No buildup, no candlelit ambiance, just raw fingers and that glazed look NPCs get when the artist spent 80% of the budget on the wetness shader. Next morning she’s sucking you off while you sit on that same throne, which raises hygiene questions I couldn’t stop thinking about. The dialogue is this bizarre mix of medieval formality and pornhub comments. “My liege, your cock tastes of victory.” Something like that. I might be misquoting but the spirit is accurate.

The tournament itself is a blur of fucking. Bridget wants it, then Val joins, and suddenly it’s a threesome in your room while the plot about the ring sits in a corner eating glue. The game forgets its own quest constantly. You’re supposed to be finding jewelry but instead you’re balls deep in a furry princess who explains everything afterward in a text dump so dense I just clicked through it. Zanya’s girlfriend shows up at the end like a post credits scene nobody asked for. The art is deliberately janky, lines that don’t quite meet, colors that vibrate wrong, but the animators knew exactly which body parts to over animate. Every thrust has this exaggerated bounce that loops poorly and I watched it longer than I’d admit on a government form. The sound design is just wet slaps and moans that cut off mid breath, which honestly fits the whole unpolished aesthetic. I complained about the ring quest being pointless but then I realized I didn’t care. You don’t play this for narrative closure. You play it because the queen’s mouth is on you before you’ve even introduced yourself and that’s a kind of honesty most RPGs lack.