Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Janna here starts as that squeaky clean wind priestess you kinda remember from League, all shiny, polite, acting like she’s allergic to bad words. Game laughs at that fast. You’re basically the invisible perv voice in her head, poking her into “adventure” choices that look innocent on the surface and then slide into total corruption. One moment it’s “help this villager, Janna, you’re a good girl”, ten minutes later you’re watching her give a nervous footjob because you told her it was some weird healing ritual. It’s not subtle. It’s also kinda funny in a trashy way, like those old Flash games where the dialogue tries to be serious and then a stupid pun about toes comes in and ruins the whole scene.

The fun part for me is actually poking the route to see how far you can push her before she stops pretending she’s shy. There are options that feel safe, like “pray for guidance”, and if you pick that every time she stays more or less vanilla, touching herself at night, getting flustered by other girls, all that soft stuff. You stop doing that and choose the dumb horny answers, suddenly she’s sneaking off to “meditate” and you’re watching her fingers get way too busy. There’s a slow-burn lesbian angle that turns into full-on obsession if you keep picking the flirty responses with the right NPC. First it’s accidental skin contact, then the classic “we’re just helping each other relax”, then she’s on her knees with her tongue between a girl’s thighs like it’s the only religion that ever mattered. I actually missed one tiny dialogue branch and had to replay just to unlock a specific scene where Janna gets her face sat on. Felt like speedrunning shame.

If you like feet, the game is weirdly committed. Her feet are practically their own characters. People keep commenting on them, worshipping them, begging to lick them. You can have Janna pretend she’s just “testing her charm” while she rubs some poor idiot’s cock under the table with her soft, clean toes, and the text really leans into every little detail. Toes curling, soles pressing, cum shooting all over her ankles while she acts shocked, then curious, then hungry for more. Later on, once she’s more corrupted, she actually uses her feet as bait. Stuff like “oops, I dropped something, can you help?” and then your camera, your focus, the whole scene just lives on her legs and ass while she touches herself. Anal content creeps in as part of the corruption path too, not forced, more like “well, I already did everything else, what’s one more hole?” and suddenly she’s pushing a slick finger in her own ass while moaning into another girl’s mouth. It’s filthy and also kind of hilarious, because the game still pretends this started as a noble quest. Story in general is light, a bit all over the place, but I didn’t really care, I was hunting down every single lewd variation like an idiot, going “okay, if I pick this dumb joke answer, do I get the masturbation-in-the-bath scene or does that skip straight to foot worship again?” It feels like a horny puzzle where the prize is watching this once-innocent wind goddess turn into a total lesbian corruption slut who uses her feet, tongue and ass like they’re magic spells.

Coming back to this house feels dirty in all the wrong and right ways. Your parents are both gone and yeah, the game throws that at you with a kind of “sorry, shit happens” energy, then casually pushes you toward the front door of the woman who basically helped raise you. Monica opens the door and it hits you at once that this isn’t the “auntie” from your memories. This is a walking porn category: tight dress, heavy curves, ass that probably has its own gravity field, and a smile that clearly isn’t parental. She still calls you “sweetie” like you’re twelve, while her tits are almost falling out. It’s grossly comforting and also horny in a way that makes you feel like you need a priest and a cold shower, but you still click the flirty dialogue because of course you do.

The really fun, fucked up part is how the game plays with who gets a say in all this. You’ve got Monica and her two daughters, who grew up with you like sisters, and now every route is teasing where the line is. One moment you’re having this normal reunion chat in the living room, the next you notice the younger girl bending over in shorts that barely count as clothing, camera angle planted right on her ass, and the game nudges you: stare or look away? You don’t “ask” for consent here, you poke at the system and see how far you can push things without them snapping. It feels like watching your own brain on Pornhub addiction. You get these choices that pretend to respect boundaries, then reward you hard when you quietly ignore them. Peek through the slightly open bathroom door? Of course, the game gives you a juicy CG of her naked and wet, then later acts like the universe forgot you did that. As someone who actually thinks about consent stuff in games, it’s both interesting and a bit fucked, because the story keeps telling you “this is wrong” while the mechanics go “nice job, here’s another panty shot.”

The side characters twist the knife more. There’s this smug neighbor who clearly wants Monica’s attention and talks about her like she’s a prize to win, and the game lets you either out-creep him or play the “good guy” while still spying through windows at night. You get scenes where you “accidentally” walk in on two girls making out, or end up sandwiched between a group of drunk friends grinding on you during a party, and nobody in the story ever really gives a full, clear “yes” in a real-world sense. They’re flustered, embarrassed, teased, humiliated a bit, but somehow always positioned in a way that their bodies say yes even if their mouths say “stop being a perv” for formality. That’s the core kink here: the fantasy that people secretly want you to push them, to nudge past their comfort if you’re just charming enough. Ethically, it sucks. As porn, it’s hot. Those two truths sit together the whole time, like watching a messy relationship on Instagram that you know is unhealthy but you still stalk every story update. Sometimes the game pretends it’s about “romance” and “healing old wounds” and you almost believe it, then it throws you a choice like “grope her in public or stay polite” and, yeah, it knows exactly what site it’s being played on.

You wake up in this crappy motel room that smells like old smoke and cheap cleaner, with faded Jesus on the wall judging the hell out of you, and somehow you’re the “man of the house” now. Except the house is two rooms stacked with religious girls pretending they’re still living in some holy commune instead of next to a vending machine that eats coins. You’ve got Mother Superior with her tight lips and way too calm voice, the younger sisters trying to act all innocent in those modest clothes that really do not hide the tits they’re packing, and an empty bed that never really stays empty because there’s just not enough space and everyone’s broke. You’re supposed to help them “start from the bottom” again, but let’s be honest, after five minutes you’re thinking about a completely different kind of bottom. You talk to them, run their little errands, peek when the bathroom door doesn’t close right, and that’s when you realize this game really wants you to be a creep. Which is good. Religious guilt and horny tension is pretty much the main ingredient here.

The fun starts small. You get those moments where you pretend to be a gentleman but then “accidentally” walk in on a sister changing, and she bends over to grab her panties and you just see this huge ass stretching that thin fabric. There’s a scene early on where you share a bed with one of them “just for tonight, it’s safer that way” and you lie there, pretending to sleep, watching her chest rise and fall under the blanket. Her tits are massive, no joke, the kind that would cause back problems in real life, and at some point your MC just gives up, gets hard, and you get that great slow corruption vibe. She feels your cock pressed between her cheeks, pretends not to notice at first, then there’s that tiny grind of her hips. Nobody says anything, but suddenly you’re getting a soft, hesitant handjob under the blanket while the cross on the wall is right above you. Perfect mix of awkward and filthy. Later, when she gets more used to you, she doesn’t even hide it. She’ll straddle your lap “to wake you up”, those big boobs spilling out, slide your cock between them and give you a sloppy titjob while trying not to moan too loud because Mother’s in the next room. And when she looks up with that half scared, half turned-on face, drool on her lips, you just know she’s done being a virgin in her head, even if she still lies to herself about it.

What really sells it though are the little scenes that go too far and don’t even apologize. There’s one time you catch Mother Superior praying alone, all serious, eyes closed, talking about “guidance” and “purity”, and you just stand behind her a bit too long, staring at her ass under that robe. The game lets you hover there, gives you the option to leave like a good boy, or stay and push it. If you stay, you brush against her “by accident”, hands lingering on her waist, and she stiffens, keeps praying, but doesn’t move away. You whisper something filthier than you should, and she just breathes heavier. A few scenes later she’s on her knees in front of you, that same prayer position, only now your cock is in her mouth, her lips wrapped tight, tears in her eyes from taking it deep. She looks up while sucking, humiliated and aroused, her hands stroking your shaft, a bit of spit running down her chin. The game actually lets you grab her head and fuck her throat hard, and she chokes, drools, and somehow you still see that “holy” vibe in her face. Then you’ve got the younger sister experimenting with toys she bought cheap online, thinking nobody’s watching. You peek from the bathroom crack while she slides a shiny vibrator between those thick thighs, panties pushed aside, mumbling your name without admitting it. Later she begs you to “just help her a little”, which ends with her on all fours on the motel bed, your big cock buried in her ass while she clutches the stained sheets, moaning into a pillow so Father in jail won’t hear her from heaven or whatever. There’s group stuff too, when they finally give up the act, all of them around you, hands and mouths and tits everywhere, one riding you raw, another using her feet on your shaft while the third licks your balls like a good little fucktoy. It’s not classy, it’s not subtle, it’s messy corruption of a whole little “holy” harem in a trashy motel, and that’s exactly the point.