Marge’s ass hits different when it’s drawn like this, I swear. The game throws you into Springfield with this smug young guy who suddenly finds out he’s blood to Mr. Burns, which sounds like a punishment, but actually it’s an excuse to snoop all over town and stick your nose (and eyes) in every horny situation. You’re kinda half intern, half creep, running around doing little jobs, clicking on everything like a raccoon on crack, and stumbling into moments that feel like someone mashed old Simpsons episodes with a Pornhub search history. One second you’re listening to Mr. Burns rant about money like nothing is wrong, next second you’re in the Simpsons’ living room staring straight at Marge’s huge yellow booty squeezed into a dress that is doing absolutely no work anymore. The first time I clicked on her during a simple “help with a chore” thing and the camera just… lingered on those curves, I had that “oh shit, they actually went there” moment. It’s softcore but so damn thirsty. Every time she bends over I forgot why I even came to the house.

The whole thing plays like a lazy Sunday browser game where you’re half paying attention, half trying to see how far you can push the characters without the game slapping your hand. You walk around Springfield, poke at hotspots, talk to people, do weird favors for creepy old Burns, and somewhere in the middle of a totally normal task, the game suddenly slides into horny mode. Marge leaning in too close. Lisa catching you looking where you shouldn’t. A scene in the kitchen where the camera angle is so low it’s basically worshiping Marge’s thighs. The funny part is, it’s not subtle at all. The dialog tries to be clever, throwing in jokes that feel like they were written by someone who watched seasons 3 to 10 way too many times, and sometimes it lands, sometimes you just roll your eyes and click through, but then the next shot is Marge’s boobs pressing against the screen and you kinda forgive everything for a second. The money-saving storyline with Burns exists, yeah, but it mostly feels like this flimsy excuse for the protagonist to keep “helping” the women in town with things they can very obviously do by themselves. I got stuck once because a tiny hotspot on the screen was impossible to see, and I still feel annoyed about it, but then later Marge showed up in a towel that looked two seconds away from falling and my brain just quietly agreed to ignore it. The game is messy, horny, weirdly charming, and way too focused on Marge’s big ass in the best possible wrong way.

This thing feels like somebody smashed their horny fanfic folder together with a therapy session and then forgot to take out the weird parts. You start off thinking “ok, cute little parody, I’ll see some bootleg Disney princess tits and bounce,” but it keeps poking at your brain and your dick at the same time. One scene it’s you getting milked by this smug princess who treats you like a toy, next scene you’re the one putting a collar on her and making her say “please” while she’s drooling around your cock. It keeps switching who’s in charge. Sometimes it’s female dom with real humiliation, like she’s calling you “pathetic” while jerking you off with two fingers and laughing when you cum too fast, and then suddenly you’re choking her on your dick and she’s got that stupid ahegao face like she just lost all brain cells. I kinda hate how well that works on me.

There’s this short Jasmine story where she’s basically a spoiled brat princess with a magic toy shop hidden in the palace. It sounds silly, and it is, but they lean into it so hard it becomes hot. She “tests” the toys on slaves, on herself, on monster girls she bought for fun, whatever. One moment she’s lazily stroking your cock with her foot while bargaining over the price of a cursed dildo, the next she’s on all fours getting her ass stretched by a magical plug that won’t stop vibrating unless you spank her and say the right words. The game doesn’t pretend any of this is wholesome. There’s anal, oral, rough groping, proper *** scenes where consent is not even in the same room, group sex with guards using her like a fuck sleeve and then finishing with a creampie somewhere it clearly should not go. And then they’ll sneak in this stupidly emotional line like “you’re the first person who looked at me like I’m not just royal flesh” and I’m sitting there, pants down, suddenly feeling weirdly sad. I actually paused one time and opened Twitter, then came back five minutes later and still felt bad for this fictional cum dumpster princess.

The lesbian threads are where it got under my skin in a different way. There’s one with a monster girl who starts as her pet and kind of turns into her owner. At first it’s Jasmine using her tongue like a tool, riding her face, slapping her boobs to make them leak, treating the lactation like she’s just checking a wine bottle. Then flips around and the monster girl makes her kneel, hands tied, while she edges Jasmine with toys over and over, forces her to lick her own milk off a collar, calls her “good slave princess.” It’s fucked up and also oddly tender, but not in a cheesy way. Like you get punished, you get humiliated, you get called names, and suddenly she’s hugging you from behind and jerking you off slowly, whispering dirty shit that sounds almost like caring. The *** scenes are rough and don’t shy away from being ugly, there’s bestiality that will absolutely be too much for some people, plus a weird bit with forced masturbation in a magic mirror that made me feel both turned on and a little gross with myself. I kept saying “ok last scene” and then clicking one more because I wanted to see how far they’d push it. They also have this thing where a simple handjob feels more intense than full-on vaginal pounding because of how they write the power shift, and that kinda annoyed me. Like, I came to see princesses get wrecked and ended up obsessed with how a single line of dialogue during a handjob changed the whole mood. I’m still mad about one unfinished side route in the shop that just stops right when the collar play gets interesting and yeah, they’re never going to fix it, I know, but it bugs me every time I think about it.

Lena is absolutely the kind of heroine who should not survive five minutes in a city like New Ipswich, which is exactly why she works so well. She is stubborn, too soft at first, always one bad choice away from getting used like a cumrag in some locker room, and the game does not politely pretend otherwise. You start with this simple thing: her dad’s gambling shit blew up in her face, and now she basically belongs to a crime syndicate who thinks “contract negotiation” means “we choke you and see how much you moan.” To crawl out of this mess, she goes into the underground sexfighting circuit, which sounds dumb on paper until the first time you win a fight you had no business winning and suddenly the whole ring is chanting her name while she is standing there, tits heaving, half-naked, sweat and other fluids on her skin, and still kinda proud. It feels less like a hentai power fantasy and more like watching someone learn to weaponize being turned on, using her own arousal and shame as armor and as a leash at the same time. The sex is not just a bonus scene tagged on top of combat. Half the time it is the point and the punishment both. Lose a match and you are flat on your back (or knees) with some smug bitch or asshole using your mouth or pussy like they just bought it wholesale, talking shit in your ear, grinding your face into their crotch while the crowd laughs. Win a match and sometimes it is even worse, because now everyone is looking at Lena like, “So what kind of dirty champion are you going to be?” and the game actually lets you lean into that. You can play her as someone who starts shy, then realizes she can humiliate opponents by forcing them to cum in front of everyone, riding their face or making them beg for her fingers. Or you can try to keep her “pure” and still end up with someone’s tongue between her legs after a brutal grapple that slowly turns into scissoring on the mat while the ref pretends to care. That whole dominant / submissive swing is all over the place, and it is great because it is messy. One match you are choking on a cock while your own drool drips down those big tits, next match you have that same guy by the balls, literally, making him whimper while you grind your ass on him until he shoots on himself and you just smirk. There is this one early sequence where a female rival pins Lena against the ropes, whispers trash in her ear, slides a hand into her shorts, and you have this quick struggle of combat inputs that suddenly looks more like foreplay. If you fuck it up, Lena gets fingered to orgasm in front of everyone and then left shaking with her panties ruined, and if you nail it, she reverses it, shoves the girl to her knees and makes her lick her inner thigh, almost but not quite where she wants it, as payback. I actually had to put my phone down for a second there, not gonna lie.

What surprised me is how the whole city feels like it exists beyond the ring, even if you do not actually walk around it like some big sandbox. You feel the crime, the sleazy clubs, that sense that every alley hides some creep who would gladly film Lena sucking him off for a few chips to pay her debts. There are little bits of story where she has to do “private sessions” for sponsors so she can afford better gear, and those are honestly more intense than some matches. One rich bastard makes her strip slowly while he circles her, commenting on her ass like he is assessing a horse. Then he throws her to the couch and decides he wants a creampie “to mark his investment,” and you have that ugly mix of humiliation and reluctant lust where she clenches around him and hates herself for how good it feels. In another path, a female sponsor is pure shark energy, makes Lena go down on her under the table while negotiating prize money with the syndicate guy. So there you are, watching Lena’s eyes tear up while she is eating pussy and trying not to choke on the other woman’s thighs when the man across the table asks if she is “motivated enough.” Stuff like that is why the world sticks in my head more than the usual porn game blur. It is not polite; it lets the lesbian scenes be just as ruthless as any blowjob punishment. Also, the animations are simple but have just enough movement that you feel every thrust. One time I lost a match on purpose just to see how far the humiliation goes, and it did not disappoint: the winner dragged Lena around by her hair, made her crawl on all fours, then sat on her face while some other dude slid into Lena’s pussy from behind, loud slaps, Lena trying to breathe and moaning through muffled lips. And still she gets back in the ring later like some horny phoenix. I do wish the combat inputs were a bit tighter, because sometimes a sexy grapple pops up and you are still trying to figure out if the game wants you to focus or mash, but honestly, I keep forgetting to be annoyed when the “punishment” for losing is having a cock shoved down her throat while the crowd takes pics. This is the kind of title where you start it on Chrome “just for a quick look” and suddenly your search history is full of New Ipswich theories and you are low-key arguing with yourself if Lena is more fun as a broken toy or a queen who learns to make everyone else kneel.

Malcolm is one of those guys you instantly recognize from real life: early twenties, living with mom and two sisters, convinced the universe is bullying him personally. The game drops you right into that house where every room feels like a porn setup just waiting for an excuse, but it still pretends to be “normal” family life. You wake up, jerk off, sneak around, spy on people, get caught, reload a save, try again, typical loop. The funny part is how the story keeps calling him a loser to his face while also letting him be surrounded by women with asses and tits that just ignore gravity and genetics. It’s like an average Texas suburb, if your average suburb had a milf mom who bends over in front of the fridge like it’s a casting couch and sisters who forget what clothes are for.

What hooked me was the voyeur angle. You’re not instantly fucking everything that moves. You’re peeking through doors, “accidentally” barging in on showers, catching someone late at night, panties halfway down, phone in one hand, vibrator in the other, and you’re just stuck there watching, mouse frozen, like: do I click or do I stare. The game actually lets those moments breathe. There’s this scene where Malcolm scrolls porn on his phone while listening to his sister in the bathroom, hearing that soft wet sound through the wall, and the art hits you with her reflection in the mirror just out of reach. You’re the guy who wants to be an alpha, but you’re still jerking off alone to your own house. That feels way more honest than half the “chad simulator” porn games out there. And then, of course, you end up railing the same girl later on the couch, pussy fully shown, her ass bouncing in time with the little text jokes on screen, so… progress?

The futa / trans path is actually handled smarter than I expected. The game practically waves a flag before anything shows up, like: “hey, this route is packing extra meat, enter at your own risk.” If you don’t want it, you skip it and nothing breaks. If you do, you suddenly get these scenes where Malcolm realizes the “cute girl” he’s been staring at has more under the belt than him, and that whole “alpha male” dream kind of melts for a second. It’s awkward and horny at the same time. There’s this one moment where he’s spying again, thinking he’s going to see a normal dildo session, and instead you see her stroking herself, long, thick, absolutely not plastic. The text freezes just a bit, like the dev is waiting for your brain to catch up, and then Malcolm just keeps watching anyway. That whole “I’m straight, I swear” energy is written in a very human messy way that fits the rest of the humor. Not every joke lands, some lines feel like they were written after too much cheap beer, but the mix of humiliation, dumb memes, family tension, and then straight up vaginal pounding on the bed you saw in the first five minutes… it kind of works precisely because it stays a little trashy.

Sugar Service feels like someone smashed together a horny Trello board, a half-broken dating app, and a chuuni card RPG, then went “yeah fuck it, ship it”. You start as this kinda regular dude trying not to get kicked out of his shitty place, and your childhood friend is somehow totally cool with co-running a Rent-a-Partner and camgirl “agency” with you. She’s cute, a bit too professional for how dirty the business is, and every time she calls it a “service” I hear it in my head like some crunchy PS1 voice line with bad compression. That’s my chiptune brain, I guess. The wild thing is how the game keeps bouncing between business numbers and horny tension: one minute you’re panicking about next month’s rent, next minute you’re watching a client shove money at your camgirl because she winked at the right time. Feels wrong. Feels hot. Feels like a gacha game for perverts without the gacha.

What really hooked me isn’t the porn straight away, it’s that dumb little “Love & Seduction” card thing on the dates. It sounds cheesy, and it is, but it works. You sit there with your tiny hand of cards, trying to read the girl’s mood, tossing out some teasing option, hoping you don’t flip the one that makes you look like a complete dick. I had one scene with a rich MILF client, she’s wearing that “I own like five condos” look, and my brain’s screaming “play it safe”, but I dropped the bold teasing card, she laughed, leaned in, voice gets low and breathy, and suddenly the whole room has that sticky, heavy vibe. Then later I fucked up with another girl, picked the wrong flirt, and she just shuts you down so hard you can almost hear the silence. The game actually lets you sit in that embarrassment for a bit, and I kinda liked that. I hate it. But I liked it. The voice lines help a lot too. They’re not super polished, more like that “recorded at home but in a hot way” style. Sometimes the volume jumps weirdly and I keep reaching for the volume slider on my phone like Spotify glitched again. Never gets fixed. I complain every time and still keep playing.

There’s this voyeur angle that sneaks in once your agency starts getting bigger. Watching your own hired girls perform, tweaking schedules, setting who’s online when, checking chat reactions, it’s scummy, and the game knows it, but it still tempts you to push them harder. I found myself staring at one camgirl’s animation loop way too long, not even for the obvious reasons, but because her idle little hip sway is slightly off rhythm from the background track. Drives me fucking crazy. It’s like when a SNES song has one drum sample slightly out of time and you can’t unhear it. Nobody else will care, but my brain keeps locking onto it and then suddenly the blowjob scene feels like it’s happening on 3/4 timing while the rest of the world is in 4/4. And in the middle of all this horny chaos, you’re still juggling strategy stuff, picking which VIP to chase, who to take on a date, how far you go before it bites you in the ass. I kinda wish the game trusted the romance to breathe more, let some moments stay soft instead of always twisting back into “we need money, take off your clothes”, but that’s also the dirty charm here. It’s messy, a bit trashy, full of teasing and awkward silences, like scrolling between Pornhub and a budgeting app. Somehow it works. Somehow it really, really works.

This thing feels like somebody mashed up a Marvel fanfic from an old forum with a horny trainer game and then just never said “stop”. You start as Doom, all full of himself, and instead of just zapping heroes like usual, he’s basically running this slow, dirty “rehabilitation program” that is obviously just a sex project with extra steps. The whole point is turning Susan Storm into his perfect obedient toy, but the way it happens is what really hooked me. It’s not just “click sex scene, next”. He plays with her trust, her guilt, her love for Reed, and then suddenly you’re using your tech and weird mental tricks to twist her into cheating a little, then a lot, then not even calling it cheating anymore. I love how petty that feels. Or I hate it. Actually both.

Some parts feel like a comic that got drunk. One minute you’re having this long talk with Susan about how Doom “changed” and how Latveria is this nice place now, and you’re reading, reading, reading, thinking “ok, romance path maybe?”, and then one choice later she’s on her knees, mascara running, mouth full, drooling all over his cock while he’s still explaining politics like it’s a TED Talk. The jump is crazy but it kinda works because she’s half corrupted already and you didn’t even notice where it turned. The ahegao faces are everywhere too, not just in the big scenes. She does that eyes-rolled-back look just from a mind control pulse sometimes, which is both hot and a bit funny. Although the way her tongue is drawn in one specific panel distracted me way too long, it curls weird and now I always notice it. I’m still mad at that tongue, not gonna lie.

Later, when Scarlet Witch shows up, it gets more like some twisted recruitment drive. Instead of big superhero battles, Doom basically tests his powers on their morals and bodies. He’ll push them into anal “just to prove loyalty”, or have them suck him in secret, then act all noble in public. There’s this one scene where Susan is already broken in and she’s helping “train” another heroine, and she’s talking like a proper queen while literally riding Doom, like a slave teaching a new slave how to be royalty. Total brain knot, but hot. I liked how her cheating on Reed starts out with her looking guilty and ends with her openly comparing Doom’s dick to Reed’s like it’s some product review on Amazon. Funny thing, I keep forgetting this is supposed to be “rehabilitation of his image” because it really feels more like a corruption sandbox and the whole world domination thing is just flavor text someone added so we pretend there is plot. I thought I’d get tired of just clicking through sex talk, but the way the choices slowly move them from superhero to property, that part makes it stupidly easy to keep going “just one more scene” while your hand is already busy.

Maya is the kind of main character who feels like someone you met on Discord at 3% battery, oversharing in voice chat. She’s smart, horny in that unhealthy way, socially anxious as hell, and completely stuck in this pathetic loop of “I’ll study after I cum” that never actually reaches the study part. Her whole life is basically porn tabs, half-finished assignments, and that weird empty feeling after the 5th orgasm where you just stare at the ceiling and hate yourself. Then some divine power pops into her mess of a life and goes, “Yeah, you, the sweaty shut-in with the colossal futa dick, you’re Heaven’s new agent.” Not a holy sword, not a magic staff. Her cock is literally her magic conduit. So now you go from one-handed mobile masturbation in bed to blasting demons apart with sex-fueled miracles and fucking your way through a fantasy war that somehow still leaves time for dates, awkward small talk, and way too many internal monologues about self-worth. I liked how the game doesn’t pretend she’s confident: in one scene she’s trying to flirt with a monster girl with soft tentacles and ends up stuttering so badly that the girl just wraps her up in a teasing embrace and strokes her shaft like “shh, let big sis handle it.” It’s horny as hell and also painfully relatable in a “wow, I too would forget how words work if someone like that grabbed my crotch” way.

What really sticks is how much of it feels like a horny sandbox built around her anxiety instead of ignoring it. One moment you’re in a turn based fight with a demon milf that keeps taunting you mid-combat, promising a creampie “reward” if you lose on purpose, and the next you’re back in town trying to figure out if your last date was an actual date or just “we had coffee and then I titfucked her against a church wall.” The dating side is messy and kind of adorable: you can get a shy monster girl to open up after a long chat, then Maya instantly ruins the mood by getting a spontaneous erection and trying to cover it with her spellbook. Of course, that leads to a handjob under the table, because subtlety died a long time ago here. There’s this one early quest where a holy spirit basically tells you, “Stop wasting your magic on solo masturbation,” and if you ignore it and go back to your room to jerk off again, the game actually reacts with new lines about her spiraling. Then later you end up using the same overcharged cock to double-penetrate a demoness in a ruined chapel, swapping between anal and oral finish like it’s some tactical decision. Watching Maya go from sad, lonely edging on her phone to confidently ramming her way through demon ranks, filling them, breeding them, even letting some of them breed her back when you choose the right options, it all lands harder because she still has those moments where she panics, overthinks, breaks down, or accidentally orgasms too fast. The art leans into big tits and big ass like it’s a religion, futa focus is unapologetic, and seeing that huge thing sliding between soft thighs, then buried deep in a monster girl’s pussy, then pushed into her ass in the next scene, never really gets old. There is one UI button in the corner that flickers in the ugliest shade of blue imaginable and it pisses me off way more than it should, but anyway, if you ever wanted an anxious, horny, half-broken hero whose dick literally decides the fate of Heaven and Hell, Maya’s story hits that sweet, filthy spot.

Guy bombs out of college, runs away to a sunny nowhere called Peachy Sands Bay, thinks he’s going to “start fresh” and instantly ends up thinking with his dick instead of his brain. That’s basically the mood here, and it’s kind of charming how honest it is about that. The whole thing plays like a lazy summer fantasy where you’re always one click away from either awkward small talk or someone’s tits in your face. You just poke around this tiny slice of “paradise”, hop between locations, click on stuff, see if that unlocks new scenes or just the same background again. It feels small on purpose. Like a sandbox that fits in your hand. You’re not running a city, you’re running this loser’s libido.

The girls all feel like they live in that heat. A stacked older woman in a swimsuit that looks way too tight around her chest, kind of maternal, kind of “I know exactly what you’re thinking, kid”. A shy one who acts like she’s never even held hands, and then suddenly you’re pushing her first time way past “just the tip”. One girl wears her bikini like it’s a weapon, always stretching, always leaning forward so the top strains and you just stare like an idiot. Another one’s got that fake innocent, like she’s already decided you’re going to end up between her legs, she’s just pretending it’s your idea. They’re not deep characters, they’re porn logic, but the game sprinkles in enough little lines to make you feel like you’re slowly breaking through each one, not just clicking the “sex” button on repeat. Sometimes you hit a dead end and you’re stuck wandering the beach, clicking on the same rock twice, wondering if you missed a time-of-day switch or some random small flag the game needed. That part annoyed me more than the bad decisions my character kept making. Then I’d stumble into a new scene and forget I was even annoyed.

Sex-wise, it goes straight for the stuff people secretly type in search bars on their phone. Big tits everywhere, and the art really leans into weight and shape instead of just two balloons stuck on a chest. There’s titfucks where you can practically feel how soft the squeeze is, thick asses pushed up against you in the sand, slow handjobs that start “accidental” and then turn serious, lazy blowjobs under the sun while waves are in the background, the kind of footjob that looks silly until you realize your brain just went very quiet watching the toes and soles wrap around the shaft. The first time the MC finally slips it in, it feels like a payoff, not just “oh, another hole”. There’s this cute virgin nervousness, then the game doesn’t really stay innocent for long, it just goes from soft to raw pretty fast, including when you pull out and then slide into her ass like it was always meant to happen. The anal scenes actually feel like the artist cared about how it looks when she’s stretched and clinging, not just a different angle of the same pose. Everything is hand-drawn and animated frame by frame, so the little loops have that imperfect, uneven rhythm that makes them feel more personal. Sometimes a boob jiggles a bit too much or a mouth is off by a pixel, but somehow that makes it hotter, because it feels like a person drew this while being turned on, not a machine spitting out polished plastic. It’s messy summer porn with a lazy point and click skeleton under it, and if you’ve ever sat alone scrolling on your phone on some random beach, imagining the MILF on the next towel rolling over and asking you to rub sunscreen between her cheeks, this kind of taps right into that.

Ella is one of those characters that feels like she walked out of some horny shitpost thread and then someone accidentally gave her a whole story. You play as this cocky futa with a tongue sharper than her dick is long, stumbling around in monster territory looking for a single stupid magic flower that apparently everyone wants but nobody can actually find. The jungle setting sounds generic on paper, but here it works more like an excuse for the game to keep throwing weird girls at you: slime over here, smug plant girl over there, some scaled milf watching you from the bushes while you pretend you’re not getting turned on by the sound of leaves rubbing against your thighs. The game really leans into her being manipulative rather than some heroic idiot. She lies, she teases, she straight up uses her own body like a weapon, and the writing actually lets her enjoy it. No fake shame, just “yeah, I know you’re staring at my tits, now do what I want.”

The lewd pacing is slower than most mobile porn games, in a good and annoying way at the same time. You don’t instantly fall into bed; the monster girls watch you first, test you, pull back when you clearly want them to go further, and there is this constant push-pull vibe that feels very much like teasing porn more than straight hentai. There is a whole early scene where Ella pretends she is “lost and helpless” in front of a curvy spider girl, voice all soft, hands behind her back, while the camera lingers on her ass in that skirt that is absolutely not made for jungle survival. You can choose whether she plays the innocent victim or the smug hunter, and both paths somehow end with you on your knees anyway, tongue or cock busy, but how you arrive there feels different. I like how the game lets you lean into voyeur stuff without slapping the word on the screen. You peek through glowing vines, watch two monster girls make out in a hot spring, and Ella is literally whispering to herself what she would do if she could sneak between them. There is this one moment where you’re watching them from behind some roots and a branch is covering half of one girl’s face. It drove me crazy in a tiny way, because I kept wishing I could move the camera just a little, and you never can. I still think about that stupid branch.

What surprised me is how the futa angle is treated. It is very explicit, obviously, she whips it out to bargain, to threaten, sometimes just to show off, but the game doesn’t reduce her only to her cock. She has big tits, big ass, very typical porn proportions, but she is also genuinely clever in conversation, which makes the sex scenes hit harder when she finally drops the act. One encounter with a shy lamia girl sells this really well: you start by just talking, gently touching her scales, tracing the pattern down her tail, the text describing the texture in a way that made me actually slow down reading on my phone. When oral finally happens it is messy and needy, described in small details like the way Ella’s hips twitch when the monster girl tries to swallow more than she can handle. There is groping everywhere, but not just “hands on boobs, done”; sometimes it’s just a thumb circling the side of a nipple while the dialogue keeps going about the damn flower. I didn’t care about that flower at all, honestly. The mobile format works oddly well: reading on a cramped screen on the toilet or during a fake “coffee break” makes it feel more private, like texting with someone filthy. The art is simple 2D stuff, not trying to be realistic, so the monster girls can look properly inhuman without being ugly, and that makes the softer lesbian scenes hit different. I did wish Ella had more failures. She talks so much shit and usually wins, and a few more times getting tied to a tree and milked for information would have been nice, but the game decided she’s too smooth for that and I guess I respect the commitment to her being a smug, shameless disaster.