The whole thing runs in a browser tab, which is convenient because closing it feels like slamming a door on a party you weren't invited to. You get a mansion with thirteen rooms, each one a different flavor of animated depravity. The striptease room is fine, a blonde with dead eyes and jiggle physics that would make a water balloon jealous. But then you click a lamp or a curtain and suddenly the camera swings to a guy with a dick like a fire extinguisher. That's the game's whole trick: hotspots hidden in the scenery. You think you've seen the scene, then you poke a potted plant and bam, interracial threesome with a brunette who looks like she's calculating her taxes.

The art style is that weird hentai middle ground where everyone's skin is too shiny and the cum looks like melted candle wax. Not that I'm complaining. The fucking machine room is a standout, mostly because the machine has more personality than the girl riding it. There's an orgy room too, but good luck figuring out whose limb belongs to whom. It's like a bowl of spaghetti made of tits and elbows. One thing that bugs me: the sound. There is none. Just silence and the faint hum of your own shame. For a game about a "fuck house," it's quieter than a library during finals week.

The sextoy integration is there if you own one of those Bluetooth gadgets, but I don't, so I just watched a pixelated woman pretend to enjoy a vibrator while my mouse cursor hovered over a suspiciously clickable mirror. The mirror did nothing. I'm still mad about that. Anyway, the game doesn't care if you're having fun. It just wants you to click everything like a horny raccoon digging through a trash can. And honestly? That's a valid design philosophy.