The whole thing feels like someone’s horny scrapbook project that got out of hand, in the best way. You know when you’re deep into a fandom wiki at 1am and suddenly you’re looking at cosplay pics that are just a little too specific? That’s the vibe. It’s not polished. Deliberately unpolished, like the description says. The text boxes have this raw, almost forum-post energy, and the “real model” stuff is exactly what it sounds like, grainy photos of someone in a knockoff superhero outfit, the kind of thing that makes you feel like you’re scrolling through a very niche subreddit. I picked the telepath character because, well, mind control kink, duh. The interview for the Hero Society is where it gets weirdly tense. You’re just answering questions, but the choices are like, “Use your powers to peek at her thoughts” or “Respect her privacy,” and the game doesn’t judge you, which is somehow worse.

The striptease bits are integrated into the RPG framework in a way that’s almost clunky but that’s the charm. It’s not a smooth animation, it’s a sequence of stills that feel like a photostory from an old digital camera. There’s this one scene with a villainess, a parody of Catwoman obviously, where you can use your abilities to make her “forget” she’s supposed to be fighting you and instead she just… starts unzipping. The text is pure fan fiction, purple prose and all, describing things with a straight face that would make a sailor blush. The deepfake and fake porn themes are right there in your face, the game’s own premise is basically a meta-commentary on it, but it never gets preachy. It’s just part of the texture.

My save got corrupted somehow, just vanished. Typical. The whole thing runs in a browser so I guess my cookies got cleared or something, but I’m still annoyed. For a DLC, they should lean harder into the cosplay aspect, get more specific with the parody characters. Like, give me a pastiche of a certain Amazonian princess where the “choice” is whether you use your powers to make her lasso of truth work on herself. That would be a glorious mess. The game’s already a glorious mess, a bit of a broken toy, but you keep clicking.