God, the lighting in this thing. Not the graphics, I mean, those are fine, 3DCG that looks like a slightly melted wax figure of a real person, you know the drill. But the way the sun comes through the kitchen window when you first see Rebecca. That's the hook. Not the forbidden fruit nonsense, but that one specific, accidentally beautiful render that makes you forget you're about to watch a midlife crisis unfold in sweatpants.

The whole setup is a dad simulator with a hard turn into voyeurism. You're just some guy. You have a son who exists as a noise from another room and a wife who is a collection of sighs. Then this girl shows up, and suddenly you're a creep with a camera, basically. The groping starts as this weird, clumsy mini-game where you're just clicking on body parts while she's distracted, and the game acts like this is the peak of seduction. It's not smooth. It's like trying to open a bag of chips quietly during a funeral. And the masturbation scenes? They have the energy of a man who just discovered his own body and is very, very worried about it. The romance tag is doing some heavy lifting here, it's more like a transactional awkwardness that occasionally results in vaginal sex scenes where the physics engine seems to be having a personal crisis.

I kept playing for the wrong reasons. Not the story, which is basically a letter to Penthouse from 1993. But the facial expressions. There's this one look the protagonist gives when he's caught between guilt and being horny, a sort of constipated owl stare, that's more compelling than any of the actual dialogue. Wish the son character had any impact whatsoever, he's just a prop to establish you're a "family man" before you start peeping. The whole thing feels like it was made by someone who understands the mechanics of sex but has only ever seen it described in a police report. Still, that kitchen light. I'm not saying it's art, but I'm also not not saying it.