Dream Office looks kind of harmless when it loads, like some normal corporate dating sim where you just flirt around and click through the day, but the sound tells you what kind of game it really is way faster than the visuals do. First time the boss leans over your desk and you hear that tiny leather creak of her chair and the low hum of the air conditioner behind her, I went “ok ok, this is one of those.” They actually put a lot of care into the boring office noise, which makes the sex stuff feel way dirtier than it should. Printer going in the background while she’s stroking you under the table? That stupid little paper feed sound had more impact for me than the whole corruption plot at that moment.

You play the typical nervous virgin office guy, but here he actually sounds nervous. He doesn’t talk much, but those short breaths, the little gulp when the milf boss corners him in her office and locks the door, that sells the scene harder than the animations. There’s this early moment where she’s pretending to “teach” you about reports, leans in too close, and you just hear her nails tapping on the desk, slow, and the chair squeaking every time she shifts closer. No moaning yet, just all that tension noise. I replayed that scene twice only to listen, which is probably not how normal people play porn games. Whatever.

Once the drug stuff starts everything goes from kinda sexy to “ok this is fucked but hot.” There’s a bathroom scene with forced oral where the echo is brutal in a good way. Tile reverb, those wet sounds are way too detailed, like someone sat with a mic and a bowl of yogurt for half a day. The first time the girl looks up at you with full ahegao face, they mix her panting with a tiny bit of hallway noise outside the door, so you always feel like someone might walk in. I hate that I noticed the air vent sound over her sucking noises, but it gave me this weird “I’m absolutely not supposed to be here” vibe that fit the corruption thing too well.

Not everything lands. Some climax sounds are copy-paste, you can hear exactly the same “ugh-ah” combo used on two completely different characters, which kind of kills the fantasy when you notice. One of the office girls has this moan that loops a bit too perfectly, like a 2-second TikTok audio someone just dropped in, and after you catch that, you can’t unhear it. There’s also a blowjob scene in the break room where the coffee machine is doing that constant loop hiss in the back and it drove me insane because it never shuts up, even while she’s gagging on your cock. Who leaves the machine steaming that long? It sounds like it’s about to explode and nobody cares, they just keep going, her choking, the rhythmic slurp, water boiling, like some cursed ASMR. I kept waiting for someone to complain about it and nobody did.

When the romance angle sneaks in, with you choosing softer options instead of full blackmail shit, the audio actually calms down a bit. Less noise, more breathing, more sheets rustling when you finally get proper vaginal sex instead of rushed oral under a desk. The first time you take that “good guy” route with one of the older women, you get this slower scene in a dim office after hours, and you can barely hear the city outside and the PC fans still running. Her voice there is so different, like the VA finally got to play a normal woman and not a drugged-up toy. She still whimpers and pushes back on you, but there’s this one low “don’t pull out” line she whispers where they kept the room tone just a bit louder, and it feels intimate instead of just porn loud. It’s kind of funny because the game is all corruption and blackmail and office power games, and the most romantic bit for me was just two people fucking quietly while Excel is still open on the screen.

You start as this worn out taxi guy who looks like he slept in the backseat more than in a bed, and honestly, he kinda acts like it too. Long shifts, shitty tips, sick mom at home, and a brother who treats responsibility like an optional DLC. At first the game almost feels too normal, like, alright, another day, another drunk passenger who smells like cheap vodka and regret. Then this one woman gets in the cab. High heels, tight dress that looks expensive enough to pay all your bills, calm voice that somehow makes you feel both safe and like you’re about to fuck up your entire life. From that point, the story just quietly shifts from “I’m broke and tired” to “oh, I might actually die or worse, catch feelings.” It doesn’t shout at you, it just slowly pulls you into this mafia family drama, one choice at a time, one blowjob at a time.

The sex here doesn’t feel like some random bonus level, it’s tangled right in with the power shit and the manipulation. You think you’re just flirting for fun in the backseat with some big titted milf who likes to lean forward so you can see all that cleavage, but then your next ride, her husband’s cousin is asking questions, and suddenly that quick titfuck scene you just enjoyed is a massive problem. The game loves doing that. You agree to something because her lips are wrapped around your cock in the front seat and your brain is halfway melted, then later you’re realizing “oh, yeah, I kinda sold my soul for that blowjob.” One of my favorite early moments is in the taxi at night, rain on the windows, when she slowly slides over from the passenger seat, puts your hand on her thigh, and asks this very simple question that actually locks you into a whole route. You’re thinking with your dick, click yes, she unzips you, starts sucking, and the camera angle goes low so you see her throat working, spit shining your shaft while the city lights move behind her head. And in the middle of that, she’s talking about loyalty and what you’re willing to sacrifice. It’s hot and fucked up at same time.

What surprised me is how the game keeps forcing you to pick between comfort sex and “good” decisions. You can absolutely be a horny idiot and sleep around with several women, the game doesn’t stop you. There’s this big ass Italian girl with this smug smile who loves to sit on your lap in some fancy office chair, grinding slow until your cock is completely buried, pulling your face into her tits while she rides you like she owns your spine. It’s incredible, and you want to see more, but each time you give in you feel the story bending out of shape. Characters start to notice. One of them will look at you with this hurt expression during a conversation in a quiet kitchen scene, and all you can think about is the time you had her on her knees there, her lips glossy with your cum, while her phone was buzzing on the table and she ignored it. The corruption isn’t just the city or the mafia, it’s you slowly choosing lust over everything. There’s no “everybody is happy and we all share” type ending waiting for you if you fuck them all. The game is kinda mean like that, but honest. It lets you enjoy every blowjob in the backseat, every time you push a girl’s big tits together and slide your cock between them while she moans and drools on your shaft, every time you grab handfuls of ass and pound her from behind against the taxi hood, then later it just quietly makes you sit with what you did. And I really wish the main character would stop making that one weird smirk face during serious scenes, it breaks the mood, but whatever, by the time you’re deep in, following all those messy routes and trying different choices, you’re too busy wondering which woman you’re going to hurt next just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.

There is this mid-level office dude, totally average, not a porn protagonist at all, sitting in his boring open space and realizing his sex life with his hot wife feels like the company PowerPoint template: functional, predictable, absolutely dead inside. The game picks up right in that quiet panic where everything is “fine” but your brain starts scratching at the walls. Instead of buying a sports car he discovers he’s turned on by the idea of other guys touching her. Not some deep romance thing, more like “what if she came home smelling like another man’s cum and I couldn’t stop jerking off about it.” The story leans into that headspace hard. You’re not playing some chad, you’re playing a guy who will spend half a scene zoning out while watching her text someone else, half horrified, half hard, checking his phone screen brightness like it’s going to hide the shame. And the game is very blunt about it: she’s not some vague fantasy cutout, she has a body that looks like it should be in a cheap tab you keep open in Chrome, big tits that strain her blouses, a butt that makes the office chair look like it’s doing something sinful, and a face that flips between sweet wife energy and “I know exactly what I’m doing to you” when she glances over her shoulder during a handjob.

What hits weirdly strong is how the “sharing” doesn’t stay abstract. It starts small, like you suggesting she wear a tighter top to a company drinking party and then trying to act casual when your boss stares at her chest too long. There’s this one moment where you’re walking home behind her and a random black guy passes and she just smiles a bit too brightly. The game zooms that tiny smile, the little animated pause, and you know exactly where the protagonist’s brain goes. Later, when she’s in a cheap hotel room with someone else, her tits bouncing in these jerky little loops, it’s not some soft-focus romance, it’s raw: his hands on her hips, her moaning louder for him than she ever did for you, and you sitting alone, making choices on your phone like some degenerate manager of your own humiliation. Sometimes you encourage her, sometimes you chicken out, sometimes you try to keep it “netorase” and it slips into full-on netorare anyway because she clearly enjoys the new dick more than she “should.” The scenes don’t hide it. You see her hand wrapped around another guy’s cock while she’s on call with you, hear the sloppy sounds, see cum painting those huge breasts that were “yours” yesterday. And the game keeps asking with these quiet little choices: are you still okay with this, or are you lying to yourself while you jerk off to your own heartbreak. It’s messy, horny, animated just enough that her shiver when he pushes in feels way too real, and the whole thing sits right in that uncomfortable place between fantasy and “oh fuck, this would actually destroy me,” which of course is exactly why it works.

Calendar-wise, this one is absolutely a messy fantasy for that awkward “post-Christmas, pre-New-Year, I hate my family and want orc dick” week. You boot it up thinking, alright, some generic elf revenge story, I’ll tab out to Twitter every five minutes. Then the game throws this skinny, pissed-off sorcerer elf prince at you, Xareth, with this permanent “I’m better than everyone” face, and literally ten minutes later he’s getting his ass grabbed by a mountain of green muscle in a fur loincloth, and suddenly you’re not checking your phone anymore. It starts like political drama, father dethroned, kingdom stolen by some scammer king, blabla, royal duty, magic training, all that, and then out of nowhere you’re crouched behind a rock, watching orcs train shirtless, sweaty, slamming into each other like a gay rugby team that lost their clothes. And the game is just like, yeah, you can stare. Or walk up. Or grope. No explanation, no moral questions, just “do you want the big orc, the bigger orc, or the scarred orc that definitely knows five ways to rearrange your spine during anal”.

What I love and hate is how it pretends to be serious story one second, then goes full horny chaos the next. There’s this scene where you sneak into the orc camp as a “diplomat” and you’re trying to talk politics, like, “help me take back my throne,” and the chieftain is only half listening because he’s staring at Xareth’s ass. You get a dialogue choice: keep talking strategy, or let him “inspect the merchandise.” I picked strategy, because I’m boring, and he still grabbed Xareth, pushed him over some crude wooden table, and started fingering him from behind while discussing battle routes. It’s stupid and hot at the same time. The camera lingers way too long on how Xareth is trying to keep a straight face while getting stretched open, his hand shaking over the war map. And the worst part, I laughed, because the music is still trying to sound epic while you’re basically doing backroom porn with flags and torches. The oral scenes are rough too, like, not “cute blowjob,” more “orc uses your throat like it’s a warm sleeve,” especially in that group sex bath event where Xareth ends up kneeling between two orcs, one in his mouth, one ramming him from behind, and another one just… watching? For no reason? And I swear the watcher was the hottest. Or not. I keep changing my mind about that guy. Anyway, there’s also this sudden interracial monster encounter in a forest cave, where some corrupted beast-thing corners Xareth, and you’re like “ah cool, boss fight,” then the combat fades out and it shoves him against the rocks, claws tracing his muscles, and the game goes, “Do you resist, or see what happens?” and at that point I just accepted that this world runs on cum instead of logic. Twitter crashed on my phone during that scene and I forgot to open it again.

It leans hard into the whole “muscle orc, slender elf” contrast, which normally I’m kinda tired of, but here they play with it enough to keep it alive. There’s an early campfire scene where Xareth is pretending he’s in control, trying to negotiate which tribe will support him, and this broad-shouldered orc with big tusks just sits behind him, wraps one arm around that tiny waist and starts palming his cock through his robes, casual as hell, like it’s normal diplomacy. Xareth still talks about alliances while his voice gets shakier, and the text actually reacts to how long you let it go before you pick a choice. I got distracted scrolling Discord during that, came back, and the game was describing how wet his ass already was just from grinding on the orc’s thigh. I complained to myself about the font in the dialogue box not matching the vibe, and then immediately forgot about it because suddenly there’s multiple penetration in a war tent, with two orcs sandwiching him, one in his ass, one pushing into his mouth, and a third guy holding his hair and making him look each of them in the eye while they fuck him. That scene actually made me pause to drink water. Not because of the intensity, but because I kept trying to see if Xareth was still pretending to be prince or just fully orc cumdump already. The game never really decides, and honestly I like that. Or I don’t. Depends on which route I clicked last. There’s a late-game bit where you finally march against the fake king, and on the way there, instead of big speeches, you’re in the back of a wagon, sprawled over an orc’s lap, getting lazy morning anal while another guy feeds you fruit and his fingers “accidentally” slip into your mouth. I wanted more political intrigue there, but then the camera showed this ridiculous close-up of Xareth’s big ass bouncing with every thrust and yeah, alright, fine, happy holidays to me.

Solace City looks clean from far away, like a postcard you buy in an airport, but when you actually walk its streets it feels sticky, like someone spilled sex and blood everywhere and never wiped it up right. You play this guy who clearly has done some serious shit before the story starts, the kind of man who knows exactly how to break a jaw and still offers his seat on the subway. He shows up in this huge corrupt city with nothing but bad memories, a smart mouth, and that “I should probably mind my own business but I won’t” attitude. The whole thing is built around a mystery that keeps mutating. You think it is just missing girls, then suddenly you are snooping around a supposedly normal campus, watching drunk students pretend everything is fine while you know some of them might be running blackmail rings, porn stings, or worse. One moment you are joking with a cute girl outside a dorm, the next you are in a warehouse watching a guy bleed on the floor because you made a choice three scenes ago that pissed off the wrong people. The game loves this shit, this mix of flirting, violence, and “oh fuck, that escalated fast.”

Most of the time you are in visual novel mode, clicking through dialogue, picking who to help, who to lie to, and when to just grab someone by the throat and shove them against a wall. There are animated scenes for the fun parts, and the sex isn’t shy. Girls strip slow when they trust you, fast when they are angry and horny and trying to prove a point. One of the best moments for me was in a shitty little student bar: you are playing a dumb arcade-style minigame on a busted machine with this girl who looks too innocent for this city, betting clothes instead of coins. She starts losing on purpose, watching you from the corner of her eye, unbuttoning her shirt piece by piece while the neon lights flicker and some asshole pukes in the bathroom. Another time you are in a luxury penthouse, holding a gun you stole two scenes earlier, with a crime boss on his knees and his girlfriend in nothing but heels behind you, still catching her breath because you absolutely railed her to get her to betray him. Choices can swing you between “romantic protector” and “cold psycho” real fast. You might spend five minutes comforting a traumatized girl, letting her cry on your shoulder, then walk outside, grab the guy who hurt her, and pulp his face against a car hood. There is romance here, but it is romance built from bruises, secrets, and morning-after sex where nobody is sure if they are safe or just addicted. Sometimes the pacing feels like a drunk party: quiet talk in the kitchen, then suddenly someone is naked on the balcony screaming at the neighbors, then back to whispering about who disappeared last semester. You chase leads, unlock scenes, play around with minigames that pop up just when you were getting used to only clicking choices, and every time you think “ok, that’s enough crazy” the game just smiles and throws another girl, another threat, another chance to fuck or destroy someone right in your lap.

Chasing Memories feels like someone smashed a horny Pokémon clone, a trashy fantasy light novel, and a half-broken sandbox RPG into one browser tab and said, yeah, this is fine. You wake up with no memories, which sounds dramatic, but in practice it just means you can shamelessly hit on every woman and monster girl you meet without needing an excuse. One scene you’re pretending to care about the mystery of your past, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob from a smug fox girl who “only does this to relax your mind.” Sure. Totally the***. I was running Discord, Telegram, and the game side by side, trying to answer messages, and every time I alt-tabbed back I had another horny line of dialogue waiting, like the game was judging my attention span. The best part is how it swings between goofy and brutal without asking permission: you’re flirting with a slime girl, she’s all bouncy boobs and playful jiggles, then in combat her animated attack literally splashes into you with this wet sound, and a few encounters later some other monster is getting her torso ripped open in a graphic finish if you decide to play rough. It tries to be sweet and romantic, then casually throws graphic violence on the screen like “anyway, back to the harem.”

The turn-based combat really is Pokémon-brain fuel, but horny. Every monster girl has her own little animated moves, some cute as hell, some actually kind of fucked up. One uses a “charm” style skill that lowers your stats while she strokes your cock with slow loops, the animation lingering way longer than it needs to, and if the status effect lands, your character basically becomes a useless, throbbing mess for a few turns. Another one goes full murder mode with claws and blood, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her or run. The sandbox style stuff is messy in a good way, too: you wander into a dungeon, get a random encounter, maybe it’s just a boring fight, maybe it’s a special girl with a full animated sex scene if you pick the right choices. I got lost in one cave for like twenty minutes just because I wanted to see if the bat girl would actually sit on my face if I picked the most reckless dialogue, and yes, she did, with looping vaginal riding that synced with the battle-style sound effects in this weirdly satisfying way. The harem angle is strong but also kind of trashy, in that mobile-game ad way, which I liked and hated at the same time. Sometimes the AI-generated CG looks amazing, like fantasy porn art you’d save to a hidden folder, and sometimes the proportions are cursed and her hand looks like it belongs to another body, but by the time she’s grinding on your dick and moaning through another animated loop you kind of stop caring. It’s an adventure that pretends to be about chasing your past, but really it’s about chasing the next scene where some monster girl wraps her thighs around you and squeezes until you can’t think about anything else.

You put on this weird ring, think it is just some shiny fetish toy, and suddenly a literal goddess starts using you like her personal errand boy with a hard-on. That is the basic vibe here. You go back to your old town, straight into this very “proper” private academy where everyone pretends to be wholesome while their tits are barely contained by those tight uniforms and half the girls are stacked like they escaped from some horny Blender project. One minute you are walking through quiet school corridors, the next you are in some half-broken hallway where reality flickers, a portal yawns open, and the girl you are trying to protect looks at you with these big innocent eyes while her shirt strains over her chest like it wants to explode. And, of course, the ring reacts. Your screen is calm, then your pants are not. The game likes to mix that soft, almost chill slice-of-life school stuff with “oh shit, that was a shadow thing trying to eat her soul” moments. Then five minutes later you are staring at her ass in the nurse’s office while pretending to listen to lore. Relatable.

What I liked most is how the harem angle does not wait politely in the corner. It crashes into you. You charm one girl by accident, you try to be decent with another, Aphrodite gives you a little horny nudge, and suddenly you are juggling a busty class rep who blushes when you look at her legs, a quiet girl who gets way too flustered when you brush against her in the library, and probably a teacher whose skirt is doing criminal things. It feels messy and human and also very porn. You click through some normal school small talk, then the scene suddenly shifts, lights dim, some spectral echo passes through the corridor, and the girl clings to your arm, pressing those huge tits into you while you “protect” her from spiritual danger. Pornhub would call it exorcism but it is closer to edging with extra steps. There is that one moment in a classroom where the world kind of glitches, the ring heats up, her body reacts way too much to the magic, and your “we must block the corruption” turns into you pinning her to the desk while she moans something about the power overflowing. I was sitting there with my hand on the mouse thinking: yes, clearly, this is about saving the universe.

Not everything hits perfect, of course. The pacing sometimes feels like watching Netflix while horny scrolling on Twitter. One scene will drip with tension and pervy detail, then suddenly you are dumped into a random hallway chat that reads like the writer forgot what erection is. There is also that odd thing where some girls have asses so big they look like they have their own gravity, but then the camera angle just hangs out somewhere useless, looking at a wall or a shoe, like the dev went shy at the worst possible moment. I yelled at my monitor more than once. But then the game throws you into a dream realm in the middle of the night at the academy, where the sky is cracked, statues of old gods stare down, and one of your girls appears in this twisted ceremonial outfit that hides nothing, her curves glowing with some magic light, and the whole scene oozes “sacred but also I want to bend her over the altar right now”. It should be silly. It kind of is. I still loved it. The ring keeps forcing you into choices that are supposed to be about “purity” versus “temptation”, but half the time purity looks like pressing her up against a chalkboard and trying not to cum too fast while spirits scream in the background. If you are the kind of person who pauses a visual novel to squint at a character’s thighs and think about new positions instead of plot, yeah, you will find a lot to map here. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Three guys, one messy timeline, way too many chances to fuck it all up and still end up balls-deep in someone you probably shouldn’t be touching. That’s basically the whole vibe here. It looks like your usual “oh we’re in school, we’re adults, we’re responsible” kind of story, but the game never really pretends these dudes think clearly when there’s a soft pair of tits in front of them. You jump between the vice-president boy who tries to act like a prince, the lazy college clown who coasts on charm, and the older bar owner who pretends he’s above it all while obviously staring at every big ass that walks by. It feels like watching three porn plots that keep bumping into each other, with all the slow teasing and “this is a bad idea but I’m horny” energy that actually makes you lean toward the screen.

What gets fun is how the game loves to make you build things up, then finally let everything snap. Like you’re stuck in a quiet classroom with that girl who everyone thinks is all innocent, and you’ve been nice, you’ve been a gentleman, you’ve helped her with her notes. Then there’s this one click where you decide “fuck it” and suddenly his hand is on her thigh under the desk, she’s pretending to still read, her face going red, her eyes not even on the page anymore. Pants get tighter, she whispers your name, and you get that little animated movement where her lips wrap around his cock for the first time and you think “yeah, that’s exactly how he should lose that perfect reputation.” Or the neighbor milf who keeps “accidentally” brushing her tits against you in the hallway until you end up in her living room. First she “just wants a massage” and then her bra is off, her nipples are hard and shiny, and you watch her bounce slow and heavy on your dick while the game lets you decide whether you pull out like a saint or fill her up and hope she’s not ovulating. Spoiler, we always go for creampie, we just pretend to feel bad about it.

There’s a lot of little stuff that feels kinda personal. Like that moment in the club room where the sporty girl acts all cocky and pushes you against the wall, but the second you grab her ass with both hands she melts, starts grinding on your thigh, then pulls her shorts aside for you instead of taking them off properly. Or the bar scenes with the older women, where they flirt too hard, pretend to be in control, then end up on their knees behind the counter, hair messy, throat working around your shaft while you try not to click too fast on the next dialogue because the animation is actually hotter than you expected. It’s not just “boobs in your face, fuck now,” there’s that slow burning, the build up, the heavy make-out on the couch, fingering through panties, her moaning against your neck, then suddenly she’s on all fours on the bed with that round ass up and you’re choosing between sliding in slow or just ramming her until the headboard hits. The multiple endings thing makes it worse, because you keep thinking “this time I’ll be romantic” and somehow we still end up groping someone in a dark corridor and leaving them dripping on the floor after a rough quickie. Honestly, the game pretends to be all sweet and romantic, but after the third time we’re buried deep inside a classmate who definitely should not be moaning that loud with her legs on our shoulders, it’s kinda obvious everyone here just wants an excuse to be fucked stupid. And yeah, we’re not complaining. Much. I still hate that one tiny UI button on the bottom right though.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.