You wake up as this so-called “scientist” in a lab that feels more like a horny underground bunker than anything from real science. Outside, the world is going to shit because humans are freaking out over furries, anti-furry mobs hunting them like they’re monsters, and you just decide, yeah, I’ll make my lab a shelter. Not out of kindness, of course. You take them in, Nicole, Diane, random fox girls with tits bigger than their moral compass, Amy Rose walking in like she owns the place, and every single one arrives with some excuse and some trauma. You nod, pretend to be the serious researcher, and then the “tests” start. It feels very wrong in the right way. You watch them through cameras, through glass, pretending you’re checking their vitals while you zoom in on tits bouncing when they masturbate because they think nobody’s looking. Half the interface is just you picking where to look, where to put them, what to make them wear, and I keep thinking “why the fuck is the font so small on these menus” while at the same time, my dick is doing happy jumps. Priorities, right.

Then there is that weird paranoia mechanic with anti-furries sneaking in with “realistic” fursuits, trying to pass as the real thing. It actually makes you look at bodies more carefully, which is kinda hot and kinda creepy. You’re judging every curve, every tail, every ear twitch, wondering if she’s a real fox girl with soft fur and big ass ready to take a creampie, or some asshole in a suit waiting to stab your guests. One scene stuck in my head: Nicole in the shower room, steam covering most of her, only outline of those huge tits and ass visible, and suddenly a small UI popup appears right on her thigh, blocking the exact spot you want to see. Like, who designed that placement? Who hurt you? You also get oral scenes where your choices earlier decide if she does it willingly, shy and playful, or after you pushed her into more rough male domination stuff, like hand on her head, drool all over your cock, her eyes looking up in that “I’m pretending to hate it” way. It makes everything very personal, but sometimes the game then dumps a chunky text box in the middle of the blowjob like a boring visual novel, and I just want a simple toggle in options to hide that trash.

Accessibility wise, yeah, this thing needs work. No separate text scaling, no colorblind consideration, tiny checkboxes that look like they’ve been drawn by SCP‑1471 in a hangover mood. You can’t rebind half the keys, and for someone like me who plays one-handed more often than not, that’s annoying as hell. There is an exhibitionism angle where you purposely send your furry girl out into semi-open corridors, cameras everywhere, other characters walking by pretending not to stare while she “tests” a toy on a bench, legs spread, pussy dripping, and the game actually plays with voyeurism quite nicely. You stand in the control room, watching multiple screens, swapping between a fox girl giving you a lazy handjob on your lap and another character being sexually harassed in a corridor by an anti-furry who slipped through. Part of me wants better UI contrast, bigger subtitles, proper audio sliders that don’t hide in some random submenu. Part of me doesn’t care at all when Diane is on her knees, lipstick ruined, your cum leaking from her mouth after a forced deepthroat, while alarms flash in the background about a security breach you never check because, well, porn. The dystopian war outside becomes just noise, a kind of excuse so you can keep dragging scared but horny furries into “safe” rooms and use them however you marked them in your logbook. I still hate that little notification sound it makes every single time a new event pops up, though. Never found the toggle for that. Still bothers me.

Amy shows up in this old guy’s house thinking it will be boring grown up life: run the bar, be the good wife, kiss her husband, pay the bills, repeat. The place looks normal at first, dusty bottles, ugly curtains, quiet town that pretends to sleep early. But the bar has this weird atmosphere, like everyone already knows Manuel and Amy are too innocent for that neighborhood. The game really leans into that slow slide. At the beginning you look at Amy and she still dresses like a newlywed who wants to impress her man, cute tops, shy smiles, trying to be “proper”. Then you start talking to Daniel, the almost-brother, and it gets ugly in a hot way. He is around all the time, always a bit too close, casual touching that is not really casual, hands on her waist when he “helps” in the bar, his eyes staying on her chest when she bends to get a bottle. The camera loves those small things, tiny hip moves, the curve of her ass when she squeezes between clients.

The fun part is how normal stuff turns pervy without big drama. One night you decide the bar uniform should be “more attractive” for the mostly male regulars. Simple choice, right, good for business. Next thing, Amy is there in a short skirt and tight top, pretending she does it only for tips, cheeks red because she knows the whole room is staring at her underwear each time she climbs the tiny step behind the counter. You can move her around, take orders, and there are these little animated loops when guys “accidentally” brush her tits when they pay or press too close when they talk. At first she pulls back and acts offended, later she just freezes for a second, then keeps working like nothing. That change is corruption in small doses, and it hits harder than some games where she just jumps straight to gangbang in a parking lot. There is this one scene where Amy has to clean after closing, alone with Daniel. Music from the shitty radio app on her phone, the bar is half lit, and he stands behind her, guiding her hands when she polishes the counter, fingers sliding from her wrists to her boobs, squeezing slow, like he is testing what he can get away with. She whispers that Manuel could come back any moment, but her body clearly does not want him to stop. You see the hesitation, then she relaxes and lets him grope her while she keeps wiping the table, breathing heavier. It is not subtle, but it feels like something that grew over several choices, not just random porn logic. Later on, when she ends up jerking him off in a storage room while customers sit just a thin wall away, her face is this mix of fear and lust, glancing at the door, trying not to moan when his cum hits her hand. It feels dirty in a very specific “I should not like this but I do” way.

It all plays nice on mobile too, controls are basic tap and swipe, no weird UI puzzle. I was using Chrome on Android and it ran fine, even while I had Telegram, Discord and Spotify fighting in background. The character models are 3D but not super realistic, more like sexy dolls that move just enough to sell the scene. Boobs bounce when she hurries to serve drinks, skirt rides up when she leans to show a bottle on the upper shelf, pussy gets small visual changes as she goes from obedient wife to “I let another man fuck me raw and I probably want more”. Sex scenes go straight into vaginal, not wasting much time on soft romance. The first time she spreads for someone who is not her husband, there is this sick thrill, because the game never hides that it is netorare. Manuel is around, being this clueless good guy, bringing flowers, talking about plans for the bar. While he does that, you are already planning when Amy will sneak behind his back again. The guilt is there but the game kind of laughs at it, like “you clicked the pervy option again, what did you think would happen”. Exhibition stuff pops in often too, like her “innocent” dancing in the bar turning slowly into something closer to stripping, panties briefly visible, drunk regulars cheering, some of them reaching out to touch. You can see the exact moment where she stops acting ashamed and starts enjoying the power, hips rolling on purpose, teasing them, then letting a hand stay on her thigh longer than necessary. I wish you could adjust small details like nail color or different panties for each shift, but that is probably never coming and I keep staring at the same white lace set like a clown. Still, the corruption path feels heavy and sticky, like old beer on the bar floor, and once you get into it, you kinda don’t want to wash it off.

Boon feels like somebody took all the usual straight dude fantasy crap, tossed it in the trash, then said “nah, let’s make this horny and weird and actually about these two messed up cuties.” You’re basically hanging out inside the head of this male protagonist while his life gets hijacked by a tall trans woman with big everything and a femboy who looks like he escaped from a sissy subreddit. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not babysitting choices every two seconds, you’re just dragged along while this “special relationship” between them gets more twisted, hotter, and kind of sweet in a fucked up way. One moment it’s teasing, next moment there’s her hand on his throat and he’s on his knees, then you’re like “wait, did he just moan at being called a good girl?” and yeah, he did.

The scenes ramp up in a way that feels less like porn logic and more like a slow, horny car crash you can’t look away from. You’ve got this big ass, big tits trans dommy who clearly knows she owns the room, and she treats him like a toy she’s training. There’s sissification stuff where he’s getting pushed into panties, make-up, all that humiliating “you’re my cute little thing” talk, and the game doesn’t flinch. She’ll edge him for ages, ride his face, make him choke on her, call him pretty while she’s wrecking his ass, and he’s stuck halfway between “I’m a man” and “please ruin me, mommy.” At some point there’s anal where he’s trying to pretend he’s not loving it and failing hard, and the writing actually sells it. It’s not just “he moans again, wow, so hot,” you get the dirty details, the shame, the way he gets turned on by being powerless. There’s futa-on-male, trap-on-male, some incest flavor lurking around the edges they don’t scream about but it’s there enough to make you feel slightly wrong for liking it. I opened this in another tab while Spotify was playing and legitimately forgot my emails for a while, which is wild because half of the time the characters are just talking and it’s still hotter than half of Pornhub.

What surprised me is how the 3D style actually helps the vibe instead of killing it like in those dead-eyed Unity sex “games.” The bodies look like they belong in this filthy little universe: thick thighs, round asses, tits that practically announce themselves, and the femboy is perfectly in that uncanny spot where you’re not sure if you want to bully him, fuck him, or both. Oral scenes especially hit hard, you can almost feel the spit and the gagging when she pushes too deep. There’s one moment where she shoves him against something, whispers something brutally degrading in his ear, and he just melts, and you’re sitting there thinking “yeah ok I get it now.” And because it’s split into episodes, you get these little arcs where a new kink creeps in, like the teasing moves into harder femdom, or the relationship between the two “subs” shifts from awkward to “I’ll suck you off because she told me to and I secretly love it.” The pacing is all over the place sometimes, like it lingers on stuff that doesn’t matter and rushes stuff that’s insanely hot, but somehow that makes it feel more like you’re watching someone’s fucked up fantasy play out than some polished porn machine. I still hate how one specific sound effect keeps repeating in the background at weird times and it annoyed the hell out of me, but I kept clicking anyway because I wanted to see how far she’d push them in the next scene.

This one feels like someone mashed porn, creepypasta and a weird small-town vacation together, then just left it to rot in the best way. You show up in this shitty nowhere place looking for something you lost, and from the first screen it already feels wrong, but not in a “boo jumpscare” way. More like “the innkeeper milf is way too friendly and her tits are way too close to your face and why is the background music this cheerful if the dialog keeps hinting at missing people.” It plays from your eyes most of the time, that POV angle, so when the big-ass fox girl leans over the counter and your view is just her cleavage and her tail swishing, it hits nicely. The art is 2D, a bit cartoonish, but some scenes are animated with these small loops that sell the groping so well. Hand sliding over a thigh, fingers digging into that huge ass, or her hand around your cock, slow strokes while she laughs at you for getting hard so fast. The game is horny as hell, but you always feel like you’re the one being played, not the one in control.

What I liked most is how the corruption sneaks up on you. At first you act like some normal guy, pretending to be polite, trying not to stare at the big tits on literally every woman, from the landlady milf to that “sweet” girl in the woods with the fluffy ears who absolutely knows she can crush you with her thighs if she wants. Then you get a little taste of power. Some weird supernatural stuff starts happening around you, like you can push people, twist them a bit. Make them more honest, more horny, more broken. There’s this moment where you use your power on a nervous maid and she goes from shy and blushing to climbing into your lap, grinding on you while whispering that she doesn’t want to stop, and you realize you basically flipped a switch in her brain. It feels good and fucked up at the same time. The game pretends it’s all fun and jokes, throws humor at you, goofy lines, horny puns, but if you actually read, there is some real horror in there. The inn is too quiet at night. The smiles last just a bit too long. There are rooms you’re “not allowed” to enter, and when you finally do, the sexy part and the scary part hit at the same time and you don’t know if you should jerk off or close the tab. But yeah you probably jerk off.

Female domination is everywhere here, even if they act like they adore you. You are the “special one” with powers, sure, but you are still the toy. Giant asses dropping into your lap, hands grabbing your head and forcing you between thick thighs, a milf sitting on you during a “massage” scene while she just uses your cock for her own stress relief, barely caring if you finish. There is one animated scene where a big titted fox-lady jerks you off slowly, looking straight in your eyes, joking about how easy men are, and even when you use your powers on her, she smirks and leans in closer like she wanted you to do it. That moment made me realize the game is not really a power fantasy. It’s like the town is the real superpower, not you. You think you’re corrupting them, but somehow you’re the one getting more twisted, saying yes to worse and worse stuff, chasing endings that are definitely not “happy.” And if you enjoy sad endings, that sinking feeling when you realize you could have left earlier but didn’t, this hits pretty hard. The worst part? Even when things go very wrong, the game still finds a way to make it hot. I was annoyed that some choices feel like traps, but then I kept clicking them anyway. So maybe that’s on me.

Game looks like something a horny Unreal dev threw together on a long weekend, then accidentally made way more fun than planned. You start by offering a room to this cute friend who kinda has that “good girl but also definitely not” vibe, and from there it slowly turns into a corruption factory with boobs. It calls itself light management and yeah, it is, but it’s that sneaky kind where you think you’re just clicking through some events, and suddenly you’re min-maxing her libido, shame and obedience like it’s endgame raid content. The story drags you forward on rails, but the random events and choices are where the filth lives. One moment you’re giving her pocket money and pretending to be a nice guy, next moment you’re deciding if you use a little mind control nudge to make her forget she ever said no to showering with the door closed. It starts very tame: casual teasing, accidental boob bumps, “oops I walked in while she’s masturbating” kind of stuff. Then it shifts into groping during “massage,” handjobs while she pretends it’s just helping you relax, and that slow, evil slide into sleep sex where you stand there thinking, ok, this is fucked up, and then you click “continue” anyway.

What really works is how the superpowers are handled. They’re not big flashy nonsense, more like subtle mental edits. You dial her inhibitions down one notch at a time and watch it reflect in later scenes. Like you tell her it’s normal to walk around in just a shirt, and a few events later she’s doing it without even mentioning it, boobs bouncing while she leans over your bed to wake you up. Then you push her thing for public exposure and suddenly there’s this scene in a crowded place where you “help” her pick outfits that are not clothes, they’re basically excuses for her tits to greet society. It feels less like playing a hero and more like being a pervy system admin of her brain. Oral scenes are nice too, you can feel the progression from hesitant “I’ve never done this before” blowjob to sloppy, enthusiastic cock worship on the couch while some normal TV show is running in the background. And because the game is built around that trainer style loop, you keep getting these little variations: she jerks you off in the bathroom because she’s afraid someone might hear her sucking you, or she’s on her knees under the table, your choice if she chokes or takes it slow. There’s a harem angle starting up too, like you see the hooks: more girls dropping in, more stats to manage, more minds to bend. Management side is simple but sticky, just enough to make you plan which perversion to level first instead of brute forcing everything. Only thing that annoyed me was one specific repeat animation that pops up in different scenes with only slight changes, and now I see it in my sleep. Still clicked through it every time, so I guess the game won.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.

You know that weird feeling when you return to a place you grew up in, everything looks the same but nothing feels the same? This game grabs exactly that vibe and then stuffs it full of horny bullshit and superpowers and way too many women looking at you like you’re their next problem. You come back to your old town trying to be “new you”, clean slate, all that, but the first week in the new school it’s already obvious that peace is not on the menu. Every hallway is a distraction. Big-breasted teachers with tight shirts pretending they don’t notice your eyes, childhood friend who somehow turned into walking porn, single moms who are way too friendly when they see you again, all that classic small-town “oh, you’ve grown up so much” energy, just with less clothes and more moaning if you play your cards right.

The thing that makes it feel funnier is how the game treats your powers like they’re almost an inconvenience. You’re trying to focus on classes, and suddenly someone’s emotions spike and your little “gift” kicks in, letting you see more than you probably should. I had one scene where I was just trying to answer a math question and got hit with a voyeur-style view of the busty homeroom teacher in the staff room bending over the desk. No tutorial, no explanation, just “here, have titties, deal with it”. It’s messy in a good way. Sometimes your powers help you dominate the mood and push a scene into rougher territory, pinning someone against a door or groping them in an empty stairwell while the bell rings and nobody notices. Sometimes it ruins things because you get too greedy, rush a choice, and she shuts you down hard and walks away. I like that it lets you be a bit of an asshole without lecturing you, but it also doesn’t hand over the harem for free like some cheap porn comic. You still have to talk, tease, flirt, screw up, reload your save on itch or Mega and pretend that never happened.

There is this one MILF route where you visit an old neighbor, and the whole build up is pure slow-burn teasing. She pretends to scold you for your “bad manners”, pushes your head against her chest like you’re still a kid, and then keeps it there a little too long. You can grab a handful and test how far she will let you go, and the game doesn’t cut the scene short. It lingers. Fingers sliding under her top, her breathing changing, her acting annoyed while her hips press back against you. The camera just stays there with that lazy voyeur feel, like you’re peeking from a corner instead of being the main guy. Same in the locker area with one of the big tit classmates: she keeps “accidentally” brushing against you, your hand rests on her waist, then on her ass, then under her skirt, and she shivers but doesn’t stop you. It’s not subtle, but it feels like how horny school idiots really behave, not like a porn script written by a robot who never saw a nipple in real life.

What cracks me up is the romance side trying to coexist with the male domination kink. One afternoon you’ll be sitting on a bench with a sweet girl talking about her dreams, soft music, awkward smiles, pretty genuine stuff. Next evening you’re pushing her up against the locker, hand around her throat, thighs spread, her panties half off while she tries not to scream. And somehow it kind of works. It’s tender and fucked up at the same time. Not all scenes hit though. A couple of dialogues feel like they were written in a hurry, like someone got too excited making the sex animations and just tossed placeholder text in. There’s a teacher route where the banter is cringe as hell but then the actual groping in her office is so hot you forget every stupid line she said two minutes earlier. Happens a lot here: horny brain forgives the writing because the payoff is very, very visual and very “hands on”.

The school setting is used pretty shamelessly, too. Empty classroom after club hours, blinds half closed, you lock the door and pull a stacked classmate onto your lap, fondling her tits while she pretends she’s worried about someone walking in. Staircase landing where a girl kneels between your legs, still in uniform, giving you a sloppy blowjob while people talk on the floor above. It all feels like the fantasy version of those rumors everyone heard in high school about “what happened behind the gym”. Just here, the rumors are real and you’re the center of them. At some point you realize you’re basically building a harem without meaning to, girls from different parts of your old life orbiting you, bumping into each other, getting jealous, sometimes teaming up in your bed instead of arguing. It’s chaotic, horny, a bit dumb, and exactly the kind of furry-adjacent, oversexed school power trip I end up opening again on my phone while pretending to check emails on Gmail.

Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.

Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.