The whole thing hinges on one button. TURN. That's it. You get a row of asses on swings, real models, outside somewhere with grass and shitty lighting, and you click. Reflex check, they call it. The meter fills, the girl flips around, tits out, sometimes fully nude. Then the next one. I spent way too long on the third girl because her swing kept going out of frame and the hitbox for the button felt like it was three pixels wide. My thumb actually cramped.

The striptease tag is generous. There's no tease. It's binary. Ass or front. The nudity is fine, nothing you haven't seen on a thousand tube sites, but the outdoor setting gives it a weird voyeur vibe, like you're spying through a fence at a park where everyone forgot their clothes. The real model thing is doing heavy lifting too. Some of them look like they were filmed on a phone from 2016. Grainy, slightly overexposed. One girl has a tan line that cuts across her back like a topographic map. I kept staring at that instead of clicking.

I wish there was a way to slow the swing down. Or speed it up. Any control over the rhythm. But no, you just wait for the arc to peak and smash the button. It's almost meditative after a while. Almost. Then a girl with a face like she's waiting for a bus ruins it. Not her fault. The whole thing feels like a proof of concept for a mechanic that never got a real game attached. Still, I finished all of them. Twice. The second run I only missed one turn, which is either sad or impressive. Probably both.