The whole thing feels like someone filmed their girlfriend on a phone from 2016 and then forgot to edit the footage. That's not a complaint, exactly. The blonde, she's got this look, like she's about to miss her stop but also really wants you to watch. The "real model" tag isn't lying, she's got that slightly awkward energy of a person who knows a camera is on but isn't a professional. Her lingerie is basic black, nothing fancy, which somehow makes the whole subway car setup more ridiculous.

So you're playing poker. Strip poker. On a tram. The rules are... present. I won twice and I still don't understand the betting system, the buttons just kind of light up and you press them. The striptease animations are where the lack of polish really shines. She doesn't smoothly remove her bra, it just sort of teleports off her body between frames. One second there's lace, next second there's tits. The physics don't exist. But there's this one moment where she leans against the pole, the subway pole, and does this half-hearted spin, and the whole thing is so unsexy it circles back around to being genuinely hot. Like finding an old Polaroid you weren't supposed to see.

The train car is empty except for you two, which raises questions. Where is the driver? Why is there a pole for dancing? The background is a static blur of what might be a tunnel. The sound is just the clack of tracks and her occasional giggle that cuts off weirdly. I spent ten minutes trying to make her lose her panties and the game crashed when she was down to just those. I reloaded. She was fully dressed again. I wasn't even mad. The whole experience has the energy of a fever dream you'd have after falling asleep on the last train home, the one where you wake up three stations past yours and can't remember your own name.