Tali on pilgrimage, horny as fuck, stuck in a sandboxy slice of the Mass Effect universe where everything feels just a little off in a fun way. The vibe is like someone took the usual “save the galaxy” story, turned the camera away from Shepard, and just followed this masked quarian girl while she slowly loses all her restraint. You start small. Teasing, light flirting, lots of “oh this is just necessary for the mission” kind of bullshit she tells herself. The corruption is very slow, and actually kind of cute at the start. She fingers herself in some corner of the ship, trying to be quiet, suit still on, thinking about Miranda’s insane tits or Liara’s soft tentacle-girl energy, and you’re just there clicking through, deciding how far she lets her mind wander. Porn game, sure, but it’s got that lazy, comfortable pace where your hand just rests on the mouse and you forget Telegram is still open in the background.

Then stuff escalates and suddenly you are juggling combat screens with monsters while half your brain is thinking “how do I get Tali alone with that tentacle thing again.” The combat is simple, more like a loose frame that lets the corruption scenes drip in after fights. Win a scuffle, get a new scene. Lose, get a different kind of scene. Sometimes it’s oral, sometimes anal, sometimes you just watch her grind on some alien cock like she’s trying to erase her old pilgrim self. There’s this one bit with a monster pinning her, her suit half open, ass pushed up, and she’s trying to say no while the text clearly sells that her body already decided. It’s filthy, but it stays oddly chill. Not edgy, more like “yeah, she’s fucked, and she likes it way more than she wants to admit.”

The sandbox element is kind of messy but in a good “old Ren’Py browser game with too many menus” way. You hop around locations on the flotilla, talk to people, poke at EDI or Ashley or whoever, unlock new lewd paths. Some zones feel empty as hell, like they exist just so the dev can maybe add something in the future, and you wander in circles thinking “was there supposed to be a scene here?” Then suddenly you stumble into a long masturbation chain with Tali that’s animated just enough to keep your dick interested, hips moving, tits bouncing, quarian moans. I liked that the game doesn’t hold your hand; it sometimes straight up ignores you, gives no hint where the next hot thing is. You alt-tab to Discord, complain in some adult-games channel, go back, click something random, and boom, Tali is choking on cock in zero gravity like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not polished, some animations loop weird, some lines sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that roughness fits. Feels like watching a dirty fan project grow into its own corrupt little universe, where the pilgrimage is less about honor and more about how many holes she can fill before going back to the flotilla and pretending she learned something spiritual.

Whole thing feels like some horny comic nerd’s fever dream that accidentally turned into a game and nobody stopped them. You’re the only guy left in this mashed up DC / Marvel world, and instead of going full tragic, the story just leans into “ok, who do you want to fuck first?” with a straight face. It’s not pretending to be deep. One minute you’re talking to Raven while she’s being all moody and low-key horny in the background, next you’re suddenly dealing with She-Hulk crowding the screen with her muscles and tits like she’s gonna break both your ribs and your dick. The writing flips from kinda funny to kind of cringe in like two lines, but somehow that fits a setting where Wonder Woman and Black Widow can show up in the same hallway and nobody questions reality. They just question how hard you’re staring at their ass.

What I actually like is how the game remembers small stuff you say, like when you try to flirt with Maria Hill with some half-ass line, she gives you that “are you serious” vibe, and it comes back later when she grudgingly lets you touch her anyway. Same with Poison Ivy: if you play nice, she’s almost tender, but if you’re an asshole, she treats you like a walking dildo she’s tired of but still using. The sex scenes change a bit depending on how you handled them before, not crazy branching, but enough that blowing off Emma Frost to go chase Teen Titans girls like Raven or Starfire-lite types doesn’t feel totally ignored. Oral scenes are actually described with some care, like the dev really enjoys writing about tongues and spit, but then they kind of rush some of the vaginal stuff like “ok, you fuck her, you cum, next”. Power Girl’s scenes hit that “huge tits, big ass, act annoyed but secretly loving it” thing hard, then it cuts to something more romantic with Jean Grey trying to act responsible while literally grinding on you. There’s romance tags and they do kind of try, especially with characters like Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel, where you can be less of a fuckboy, but it still always circles back to you shoving something in someone. Also the UI is a little clunky in spots and I swear a choice skipped for me once in a conversation with Psylocke and I will never know what that line was and it annoys me way more than it should. Anyway, if seeing Harley Quinn suck you off after you tease her about being “the less hot clown” compared to some random meme version of her sounds like your thing, yeah, that energy is here. And then the game turns around and gives you a quiet, slow scene with Raven where she just holds your hand before riding you in a dark room like you’re both pretending feelings don’t exist. It’s messy, horny, awkward, and weirdly honest about what it is.

You show up at this weirdly quiet place called Camp Pinewood, expecting some normal summer job, maybe a few brats and some boring chores, and instead you walk into this fever dream where every girl from your old cartoons apparently decided to grow curves, lose shame, and hang around half-dressed. No dudes anywhere. Just you, one confused but very horny guy, surrounded by faces you recognize from way too many childhood afternoons, now asking for “help” with things that have nothing to do with camp activities. It feels wrong for like five seconds, then someone bends over a little too far and your brain just shuts up. One minute you’re talking to Gwen who’s pretending she’s here for “training,” the next her top just happens to slip when you raise her affection and suddenly you’re in this loop of checking every corner of the camp like some degenerate detective. Is there a mystery? Kind of. You’re supposed to investigate what’s going on, but half of that “investigation” is walking into a cabin and catching someone like Velma “studying” on the bed with her tits about to fall out of her shirt, or Stephanie bouncing around with that fake-innocent Lazy Town vibe, short skirt riding up way too high. The game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leaves a door half open so you can spy on Daphne stripping down in front of the mirror, like it’s totally normal camp behavior.

What I like is how the horny stuff doesn’t drop on you all at once. It starts pretty tame, just teasing and flirting, then suddenly you’re juggling dates with Clover from Totally Spies, Gwen, Raven, and maybe Francine hanging around acting like some hot stepmom who wants to “talk” about your progress. Some scenes are just silly, like Lola Bunny deciding she needs “private coaching” and ending up on her knees with your cock between those big cartoon lips, while you’re thinking, yeah, Space Jam hit different. Then other moments go way harder than you expect. One second it’s a blowjob under the trees, next moment you’ve got Starfire all eager-to-please, asking what else humans like, and you’re pushing into her tight ass while she moans something about “learning Earth customs.” There’s proper variety too: titfucks with huge-soft-ridiculous racks, handjobs that turn into messy oral, classic pussy pounding with big asses grinding on you, and those scenes where the girl pretends she “didn’t know” you were watching her play with herself and then just keeps going, because voyeurism is basically the camp’s unofficial sport. Some routes lean more into male domination, with you pressing a girl against the wall, pulling her hair, making her strip piece by piece, others feel more like romance gone very, very off the rails, like slow-burn moments with someone like Wendy, where you kiss first and end up fucking her senseless on a cabin bed while the campfire crackles outside. It’s trashy and nostalgic and wrong and hot at the same time, like scrolling through your old Saturday-morning lineup and realizing every single one of them is now trying to climb onto your lap.

Pandora’s Box 2 feels like someone took a slow-burn TV drama about a fucked up family, poured lube all over it, then left the camera running while everyone made terrible decisions with their bodies. Nineteen years passed in the story, but it still has this dirty “I should not be watching this” energy. You jump between the old protagonists and this new girl who walks into the mess like she’s joining a cult by accident. Half the time I was just clicking forward thinking “ok it can’t get more degenerate than this” and then it throws in some smug femdom scene where a woman sits on a guy’s face, talks shit about him while he rims her, and the game is like, totally casual about it. The corruption stuff is not instant either, it feels like you’re nudging people, pushing them from “I would never do that” to “okay maybe I’ll let her lick me while someone watches from the door crack.” And the camera really likes asses here, especially huge ones, it keeps finding angles where you’re basically staring at bouncing cheeks while someone is being used like a sex toy under them. It’s kinda shameless and that’s the charm.

The voyeurism and exhibition scenes are where it got me hooked more than I expected. There is this moment where the male protagonist thinks he’s sneaky, spying on two girls going down on each other on a couch, and then one of them suddenly looks straight at him, keeps fingering the other girl and just smirks. No jump scare, just “yeah, keep watching, idiot.” Later you get the opposite, where you’re basically pushed into being the show: public bathroom stall, door half open, girl on her knees stuffing your cock in her mouth, messy blowjob sounds, some random silhouette passing by outside while she strokes you with one hand and uses the other to play with herself. There is so much oral in this thing, like they really like mouths on everything: blowjob, handjob finishing into blowjob, footjob where she gives you a lazy jerk with her soles then leans down and sucks you just to tease, and even a scene where the girl is masturbating in front of a mirror and ends up licking her own fingers like she’s eating dessert. Also, yeah, NTR is there, not soft, not “oh we held hands,” I mean watching someone you care about ride another person, moaning for them, while you just exist somewhere in the background like a ghost. Some people are gonna close the tab right there, others will hate-click through it, no in between.

The adventure vibe is mostly in how the choices slowly twist the relationships, not in some big fantasy stuff. You’re basically walking through a sexual minefield: say yes to one thing and suddenly a girl that was shy is now grinding on another woman’s face, or a guy who seemed normal ends up licking cum out of someone after getting humiliated. The multiple protagonists make the whole thing feel like browsing different horny Reddit accounts of the same family from different angles. One moment you’re the guy getting a sloppy blowjob while trying not to think about how wrong the situation is, next you’re the woman who knows exactly how much control she has, telling him where to cum like he’s her pet, then you’re with the new female lead, getting dragged deeper into exhibition bullshit where she’s half naked, pressed against a window, getting eaten out, knowing damn well anyone outside could see. Sex here is not just “vaginal, oral, done.” It’s licking, sucking, watching, being watched, fingers in places you didn’t expect, faces pressed between thighs, and that slow, dirty shift where “I would never let her do that to me” turns into “ok, just this once” and then it never stops at just once.