Strange Nights feels like somebody took Life is Strange, spilled horny thoughts all over the script, then said “yeah, that’s fine” and hit upload. You’re not Max here, you’re Mark Jefferson, the creepy photography teacher, except now the game just admits he’s creepy and gives him time powers as a sex mechanic. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re in the classroom talking about composition and light, next moment you’re rewinding a conversation to nudge a quiet student into trusting you a bit too much, then a bit more, then “oops, guess we’re in the darkroom and your skirt is on the floor.” The mind control stuff is handled like a drunk philosophy major wrote it in Google Docs: half “what is morality?” and half “ok, now she kneels.” I actually like that, because the English is slightly weird in places and that makes the dirty talk feel raw, like some fanfic that got out of hand. Sometimes the phrasing is clumsy in a way that hits extra hard, like when a girl calls him “sir” three times in one sentence. In a AAA game it would be cringe, here it’s just… hot and wrong.

What surprised me is how hard it leans into female domination and then forgets it two clicks later. You’ll have this scene where a girl takes control, sits on his face, orders him to shut up while she uses him, fingers in his hair, calling him her “good toy,” and you think “oh, nice, they go this direction.” And then the next encounter he’s snapping his fingers and rewinding her resistance out of existence so she’s the one begging to suck his cock behind the school. It feels messy and that kind of fits this sleazy Blackwell where everyone is one bad decision away from corruption. Some of the best moments are in the small things: a student glancing at his crotch while pretending to talk about homework, a lesbian side route where two girls kiss for “practice” and end up grinding on each other on his desk while he pretends to stop them for about half a second. Oral, anal, vaginal, handjobs, it’s all there, usually with a bit of teacher-student power imbalance sprinkled like salt. The BDSM flavor is more about control and humiliation than hardware; a hand tight on a throat, a girl with tears in her mascara but still pushing back on his cock, a little “count your own slaps” game that goes on way too long and somehow is the most memorable part. The animations are a bit stiff at times and sometimes a moan will loop in a weird way, but you’re not here to analyze frame data, you’re here to watch a morally ruined teacher use supernatural bullshit to twist young, pretty lives around his dick in a world that already felt corrupt in the original game, just now nobody pretends it’s not about sex.

Elly’s first day at Meridian Heights feels like one of those dreams where you walk into class and suddenly realize you forgot to wear pants, except here the problem is that everyone kind of wants you to forget on purpose. She looks like the good girl: shy smile, neat outfit, cute red hair that screams “honor student” and not “campus slut”… at least at the start. And that contrast is what hits hardest. You start with this quiet, nervous freshman, clutching her timetable, and slowly you watch her learn how to weaponize her own body. Not in some instant magic porn switch, but with all the messy awkwardness in between. Flirty texts that go too far, “accidental” gropes in places that are way too public, a hand on her ass in the library that she should pull away from but doesn’t, because a tiny part of her likes the risk. That transition is the whole kink of the game.

The campus is basically your playground of bad decisions. You pick classes, talk to professors that look way too interested in their student’s “extra credit,” join clubs that pretend to be about art or fitness but somehow involve Elly getting her thighs squeezed or her shirt pulled up for “measurement.” You wander around and scenes just sort of happen. A crowded hallway where someone brushes against her chest and keeps their hand there just a bit too long, a locker room where she lets a girl “help” her change, a couch in a dorm room where a study session turns into slow teasing under the blanket while her roommate is pretending not to look. The teasing is constant. The game loves to make you wait, to stop when clothes are half off, to show fingers sliding under fabric and then cut away, only to crank it up harder later when Elly has already tasted what she pretends she doesn’t want. It plays with that line between “this is wrong, I should go back to my room” and “I’ll just let him squeeze one more time.” And sometimes she actually does walk away, frustrated and wet, which weirdly makes the next time twice as hot. It doesn’t try to be noble or deep about it. It’s just a college girl slowly giving in, scene by scene, to a campus that keeps finding new excuses to get its hands on her.

Rain, shitty fluorescent lights, and this supermarket that feels like it should close ten years ago, that’s where this thing starts. Not some heroic fantasy, just a tired guy wanting to go home and touch grass or at least touch his bed, and then this weird fog crawls in outside and everything goes sideways. Doors don’t open, phones start losing signal, people quickly stop acting nice. I liked how it doesn’t jump straight into sex. First you walk around, check aisles, talk to strangers who pretend to be normal. An office lady shaking a little but still trying to keep it together, some creep that talks too much, a “helpful” clerk who smiles too wide. You feel that pressure building like a storm in your chest, and then the game starts asking you those quiet nasty questions: what do you trade for safety, who do you sell out, who do you touch when no one can leave anyway.

Once the fear settles in, the corruption really starts to taste heavy. It’s not just monsters outside, it’s people rotting from inside, and your guy can lean into that very hard. One moment you’re comforting a scared girl in the storage room, the next moment your hand is on her thigh and the text is like “you could pull away, but why would you.” The scenes aren’t shy at all: sloppy oral in the staff toilet while someone bangs on the door, a handjob under the counter while alarms scream somewhere in the background, rough domination in that frozen-goods aisle where you always get cold feet in real life. I liked that some of the sex feels almost transactional and ugly, like prostitution without the money, just “I’ll protect you if you get on your knees.” There’s this one part where a character you were nice to before basically offers herself because the fear broke her, and it hits messy: hot and fucked up at same time. Animation is surprisingly expressive, too, small details in faces, that little flinch when you grab hair a bit too hard, cum shots that don’t just fade out politely but actually hit skin and clothes and stay there while they keep talking like it’s normal.

The horror isn’t background dressing either. Sometimes you’re mid-blowjob and there is this sound from outside, like something huge scratching the metal shutters, and you have this half-second choice: keep going or stop and check. And it’s funny how often “keep going” feels like the only sane thing. Violence pops in when people finally crack completely, and the game does this cruel thing where a guy you forced to watch you use his partner later tries to stab you. I kinda hated one detail where snack prices on the shelves are all over the place and my brain kept comparing them to my local Lidl, which pulled me out of the scene every time, but anyway. Data-brain me was watching my own choices like they are a chart: every time I picked the more dominant, cruel option, the story branches drifted darker, characters’ body language changed, their eyes more dead, the sex more desperate, more choking, less romance and more “shut up and open your mouth.” You can travel between sections of the supermarket, like a sad little open world of horror and horny, and it’s weird how quickly the storage room becomes your private fuck dungeon while the front entrance turns into a war zone. By the time the fog feels almost normal, your guy is either a dirty guardian devil or just a monster in human shape, and the game doesn’t really judge you, it just lets you keep pushing until there’s nothing left of “ordinary people” except sweat, cum, bruises and that sick little thrill of having power where the world outside turned to shit.

A bunch of sweet, horny witches mess up a ritual, pull a smug demon straight out of hell, and somehow the biggest danger in the room is a microwave that hates everyone. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’re this demon guy, showing up in their cozy little coven house, and instead of chains and fire you get soft couches, hot tea, and girls who can literally set your balls on fire if you talk back too much. They’re cute, they’re chaotic, half of them clearly never had a proper sex talk, and suddenly you’re the supernatural roommate who has to decide if you’re going to behave, corrupt the whole place, or pretend you’re civilized while staring at their tits whenever they bend over. It feels a bit like when I hide in the bathroom with my phone, saying I’m “checking email”, and actually I’m watching a demon get a handjob from a witch who still has flour on her ass because she was baking cookies one minute before.

The fun part is how much the game lets you poke at the tone. You can lean into being a pervy bastard, grab the dominant role, pull hair, spank, make them kneel, creampie the smug one while she’s still trying to finish her spell and suddenly can’t remember the words because she’s too full. Or you act all polite and let the girls climb on top, ride your face, tie your wrists, make you “their” demon. There’s this scene where one of them pretends she’s just “checking your aura” and her hand just slides slower and slower over your crotch, and you have that classic choice: do you let her tease you until you’re shaking, or snap and flip her onto the table, panties around her ankle like some porn ad on xHamster. The game throws in group stuff too, like you walk into the wrong room, everybody half naked “practicing a ritual”, and suddenly you’re pushed down, one girl shoving her tits in your face, another grinding her big ass on your lap, somebody else watching from the door pretending she’s not touching herself. A lot of the sex is optional, but honestly I kept clicking the dirtiest answer like a raccoon going for shiny things. And yeah, it has that slow “romance” side too, where you talk feelings, touch her hand, then ten minutes later you’re fucking her against a wall while she screams your name and forgets whatever “rules of the coven” she was lecturing you about earlier. I’m still annoyed by one tiny thing: there is this magic effect in one scene that looks like a cheap screen saver, and now I see it in my head every time someone moans. I’ll probably keep playing anyway, between washing dishes and pretending to check WhatsApp.

Game throws you in as this quiet psychology nerd in his last year of uni, but the guy’s head is way more fucked up than his calm face shows. You’re not some heroic dude, you’re basically a stalker with a textbook in one hand and a hard-on in the other. The whole campus is like a big ant farm for you. Classrooms, halls, dorm corridors, family home, bathrooms with doors that do not close fully, you just walk around, watch people, test them, poke at their weak spots, then see how far you can push it. Half the time I was playing with one hand on mouse and the other already scrolling my folder of reaction gifs on Telegram, trying to find the perfect face loop for the next freeze-frame. There is so much focus on eyes, on how someone bites their lip or shifts in the chair, that as a gif hoarder I was going crazy and taking too many screenshots.

The incest angle creeps in slowly. At first the “family” scenes feel almost tame, like you are just checking up on them after class. Kitchen talk, bored evenings in front of the TV, sleepy mornings in too-short pajamas. Then you start noticing how the protagonist looks a bit too long at a wet shirt, or how he “comforts” a relative after a bad day at school and his hand lingers on her thigh just a second too much. And because he is studying psychology, every choice feels like you are running an experiment on someone you should actually care about. You can choose the soft manipulator route, where you gaslight gently and pretend you are helping them heal, or you can coldly push people into situations you know will break them. One scene in the bathroom really hit me: you can quietly watch her shower through a small crack, zooming in on fogged skin, or you knock on the door and pretend like you just need the mirror. I went voyeur route first, of course, and the way her hand slid down her body had me pausing to grab frames for a looping crop. Could have been longer, but maybe that is just me being greedy. Also the kitchen table is way too clean for a student house, I kept staring at it and thinking “no way this place has no crumbs.”

What I liked is the game does not treat the campus like just a backdrop. You walk around like it is some sandbox of horny trauma victims. Classmates break down in stairwells, teachers pretend they are fine in empty offices, lockers become hiding spots where you overhear moans or arguments. Some “quests” are basically you nudging someone into a meltdown, then later using that meltdown to slide into their bed or their family. It gets pretty dark when you realize half of your progress is built on spying from a distance, checking their social media, figuring their schedules, then “randomly” bumping into them at the right horny moment. One late-night scene in a classroom had me watching a girl masturbate at a desk because she thought she was alone. You can walk in and comfort her, or just stand there in the shadows like a total creep. I stayed hidden, of course, captured her shaking and biting her sleeve, then made a little looping gif in ShareX that I’m honestly too proud of. To squeeze the most juice from this game, do not rush. Treat every hallway as a chance to accidentally catch someone changing, every family talk as a slow burn toward something you know you should not want but still click on anyway.

This one feels like somebody took Big Brother, locked it in a basement, fed it cheap porn and snuff flicks, then said “ok, now fuck up 20 people’s lives on camera.” You start as this regular guy who thinks he’s just signing up for a crazy reality show with a cash prize and hot strangers. It looks like trash TV at first: fake smiles, cheesy host, everyone trying to look sexy for the invisible audience. Then very slowly it slips, like a condom tearing and you only notice when everything’s already inside. One girl gets “punished” on stream with forced oral while the others pretend it’s just part of the game. One of the dudes gets blackmailed into joining a group scene he clearly doesn’t want, and the show edits it like some glamorous orgy. It’s erotic, yeah, but there’s this nasty taste underneath, like you’re complicit just by clicking “next scene.”

Sex is everywhere, but not in a soft way. There’s anal in cramped showers where you can almost feel the steam and cheap tiles under bare feet. Messy creampies that feel less like romance and more like marking territory for the cameras. Interracial scenes where the producers obviously push stereotypes, then sometimes flip them so hard it’s uncomfortable in a different way. People use teasing as a weapon: slow handjobs given in front of jealous contestants, sleep sex moments that are sexy and wrong at the same time, like your brain screaming “hey, that’s fucked” while your dick doesn’t agree. One of the harsher episodes has multiple penetration as a “challenge” and you can see in the dialogue that half of the people are doing it because they’re terrified of being truly eliminated. Not voted out. Eliminated. And the game does not hide what that word means. The violence is not artistic. Throats are cut, bones break, there’s blood on the same floor where you saw them fucking the night before, and somehow the camera angle still cares about the curves of the body more than the wound. I kind of hate that. I kind of love that.

The future setting is like a cheap plastic wrapper: shiny sci-fi screens, reality show tech, drones recording everything, but it all feels low-rent and believable, like some Twitch stream funded by a shady crypto whale. The 3D models are detailed enough that you feel every slap and every kiss, but faces sometimes slip into that almost-dead valley when they climax. Actually, sometimes that fits the tone too well. You juggle conversations, push people into alliances, set up harem-style situations where half the girls want you, and the other half only pretend to because the producers are whispering about “ratings” in their ears. One of my favorite fucked up little moments: you’re in the kitchen, doing nothing special, just picking dialog, and you accidentally corner a girl into admitting a dark secret on mic. Ten minutes later, she’s on her knees, giving you a blowjob she clearly thinks will save her from the next violent “elimination event.” It’s erotic in a deeply broken way. It’s also trash. But sometimes trash is the only honest thing left.

You wake up on this screwed up alien rock with a headache, a hard-on, and basically no clue who or what you pissed off to get dropped there. No friendly AI, no tutorial, no “welcome, prisoner #something” screen. Just cold ground, strange sky, and creatures staring at you like you’re both lost puppy and walking sex toy. It feels like you spawned in the middle of someone else’s fetish dream that went a bit too far and didn’t know when to stop. And the game doesn’t waste much time before it starts rubbing that in your face, literally at one point. One of the first encounters I had was with this towering monster girl with skin like something grown in the dark side of a lab, all glowing lines and ridges, and she talks like your body is a rare resource. She doesn’t even pretend you’re a person first. You’re a thing, a tasty one. The way she grabs the guy’s jaw, checking his teeth before deciding she’d rather feel his mouth somewhere else, made me think of some cult priestess inspecting a sacrifice before the ritual turns really wet.

Sex scenes here feel less like “romance route unlocked” and more like you got dragged into an eldritch breeding program that happened to learn what a blowjob is. Oral isn’t gentle; it’s hungry. The alien girls act like your cock is a strange tool they really want to master, but if it breaks, eh, there are probably more of you out there. One of them has this huge, perfect ass and tits that look like gravity gave up, but the game keeps reminding you she’s still a predator underneath, with little details: claws curled just a bit too tight on your thighs while she rides you, pupils narrowing when you moan, that moment when she stops for a second like she’s listening to some other voice before pushing you deeper inside her again. It hits this weird mix of “hot” and “am I about to be eaten,” except you kind of hope if you get eaten it starts with a long, sloppy handjob and a throat that feels way too warm to be human. The whole story leans into that vibe where you’re rare and valuable, but “valuable” in the way ancient cults valued a virgin on a stone altar. You’re a prize, just not for your comfort or survival. Weirdly comforting, in a fucked up way. The game knows exactly what it is.

What really stuck in my head is how the world itself feels like a horny version of an unknowable god. You walk around in this sci-fi fantasy mix where nothing truly welcomes you, everything examines you. The alien girls are hot, yeah, big tits and big asses and all the usual porn brain candy, but the way they talk about humans feels off, almost clinical, like they read about us in a sacred manual that mixed biology notes with a sex guide. One scene has an alien teasing the guy with slow strokes, hand gliding over his cock like she’s testing pressure points, asking these strange questions about his reactions like some lab researcher, then suddenly dropping her mouth on him without warning, taking him to the base, gagging a bit, and laughing because she likes the taste. It’s not “do you like this, baby,” it’s “ah, interesting response, do it again.” The whole time, you get this undercurrent that if you stop being useful, or interesting, or fertile, you’ll just vanish like the others they barely mention. That weird tension makes the porn more intense, at least for me. Like, yeah, she’s sucking you off beneath a sky that looks older than your species, but there’s always this feeling that something even bigger is watching both of you and treating the scene like data. It’s not a comforting game. It’s horny, messy, and strangely cold around the edges, like Lovecraft wrote a space porn VN during a nervous breakdown and accidentally learned what a handjob is in the process.

Industry Baby feels like someone watched too many casting couch clips on Pornhub, then tried to turn that fever dream into a career simulator, and somehow it kinda works even while tripping over its own dick. You’re this overqualified, broke dude who thought a shiny degree would give him a corner office, and instead you’re pointing a camera at naked girls and trying not to nut too fast. I liked that it doesn’t pretend you’re some shy loser. You’re competent, cocky, and a bit of an asshole, which is honestly refreshing. Then again, sometimes the MC talks like a Reddit motivational quote and that killed my boner for a second. One moment he’s rough and direct, next moment he sounds like he’s writing a LinkedIn post about “hustle” and “grind”. Pick a lane, man.

Anyway, the actual sex content hits the usual porn-fantasy buttons, just louder. Big asses everywhere, big tits bouncing in your face, a lot of “guy in control, girl melts” energy. The girls idolize you way too fast. It’s like every girl was secretly waiting for a camera and your dick to appear in her life so she can call you “sir” without a safeword conversation. The harem angle sneaks up on you too. You go in thinking you’re just doing scenes to pay rent, then you blink and suddenly there’s three girls texting your in-game phone about wanting “private shoots” and you’re booking scenes like you’re managing an OnlyFans agency. The voyeur stuff is subtle at first. You’re checking test shots, spying on how they move when they think nobody looks, unlocking different angles. There was one moment where I replayed a scene just to watch the girl’s face change when your character pushes it a bit too far. Tiny detail, but it stuck with me harder than the actual cumshot. Felt a bit like scrolling through those 5 second Twitter smut clips that loop forever and your brain just stays there.

The animation looks decent when it moves slow, then occasionally it goes slightly weird when the thrusting speeds up and bodies start doing that floaty frictionless thing. Not game-breaking, just one of those “ah, yes, 3dcg horny jank” details. Sometimes the MC’s hand clips through a thigh and I swear it feels more lewd than when it’s correctly placed, like your brain reads it as rougher than it actually is. The virgin angle is funny too. You’re the guy who has been around the block mentally, but some girls are doing their “first time on camera” and the game loves milking that. There’s this one “good girl” who acts like she’s all pure, then the second you tell her how the scene will go, she’s dripping and begging to be your favorite. I rolled my eyes and still enjoyed it. It kind of mirrors how people act on Instagram versus what they’re doing in DMs, honestly. Speaking of that, the in-game phone feels like a cursed mix of WhatsApp hookups and those desperate “collab?” messages you see creators post on X. You line up scenes, send a couple of texts that somehow are both romantic and degrading, then show up and rail them like it’s just another workday. And still, in the middle of all that, I found myself annoyed that one particular character’s hairstyle never changes between shoots. No growth, no new look, just the same damn hair while everyone else starts acting like porn awards are on the line. I’m still mad about that, for no real reason.

You come back to this shitty little hometown expecting nostalgia and cheap beer, and instead it feels like everyone else got older and hotter while you just got more lost. The game throws you right into that mood. No big hero moment, no tutorial pop-up trying to teach you how to click. You just walk those familiar streets that somehow look smaller and meaner, scrolling past people who either pretend not to know you or stare like you owe them an apology. It feels a bit like opening your old Facebook and seeing faces you half remember, except now half of them are fuckable and the other half want to fuck you up.

What I liked most is that it really lets you be passive if you want, which I did. I skipped every fight and every time the story tried to pull me into gang stuff I just picked the calm option, the “nah, I’m good” line. Funny thing is, this actually works. People react to you being soft. One guy clearly wants you to help intimidate someone and you just refuse, and he treats you as weak later, but then his sister kind of appreciates that you are not beating people for fun. Or maybe I am reading too much into it. But there is that feeling that the words you pick stay stuck on your skin. You say something flirty to a girl at the bar and ten minutes later she throws it back at you, like “oh, I thought you were more honest than that.” It stings a bit, then the next scene she leans closer, and that tight top does all the talking while she pretends she is not teasing you on purpose.

The lewd side is actually slower than I expected, in a good and bad way. Some scenes really make you wait. You are in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of that cheap little bed, she is pretending to look for something in the drawer, ass high, shorts almost riding up to her waist, and the game just lets it sit there. She glances back, catches you staring, and the only choice you get is whether you admit it or lie. No sudden sex scene, just this frustrating, horny silence. When it finally goes further with some characters, it feels earned. Clothes sliding off in soft light, close-up on her lips parting as she guides your hand under her shirt, her breathing getting faster while she tells you to “be slow, idiot, my roommate is home.” But other times it is like the game is blueballing you on purpose, cutting away right when her hand starts moving inside your pants. There is one shower scene where you can see everything, water rolling down her stomach, small drip on the tip of her nipple, she turns to you and the camera is right there between her thighs, and then a noise in the hallway interrupts and poof, scene over. I hated it. I loved it. No idea.

It is not really a “porn and nothing else” thing though. Sometimes it just wants you to sit with people and listen. A girl you used to know from school talks about how shit the town has become while she absentmindedly plays with the straw in her drink, making this small wet sucking sound that feels way too sexual for the scene. You are just chatting about boring stuff, then suddenly there is this tiny detail that reminds you your brain is dirty. Another time a guy mentions the gangs and you can either ask more or just change topic to his ex, which I did, and then I got stuck in this mellow conversation about breakups that had zero payoff and no sex at all. I kept expecting the game to throw me back into something big and dramatic, but it just let me wander. I complained out loud when a scene ended on a text message that never got answered. Then I forgot I was even annoyed because the next girl on screen smiled at me in this tired, horny way and my brain just went blank.

The graphics are clean but not too plastic. You can see small stuff, like a faint tan line on her ass, little scar on a guy’s eyebrow, veins on your own hand when you hover too long over a bolder dialogue choice. Bodies look warm, skin has those soft shadows in the right places. Breasts actually move when she shifts on your lap instead of just poking out like fixed balloons. One of the best bits is when you wake up in a tiny old room, morning light cutting across the bed, and there is a girl on your chest, fully dressed but all tangled with you, her leg pressed between your thighs so your dick is basically hugging her. Nothing “officially” lewd happens, but you can smell it. You can choose to wake her gently, push her off, or just stay there and see if she grinds on you in her sleep. Spoiler: she does, a little, and the game lets the scene breathe instead of jumping to some corny sex montage. I wish more of it was like that, but it will not be. It keeps jumping between intimate and rough like it is changing channels. Sometimes I wonder if the writer is horny, sad, or just bored. Probably all three.

In the background there is this whole murky situation going on with gangs and tension in the streets and all that, but for me it mostly stayed as noise. I picked every option that avoided a fight, said sorry when I did not mean it, walked away from a guy who clearly wanted to drag me into something ugly. The game let me. It did not force me to be some tough guy. I liked that a lot, even when it made me feel like a bit of a coward. Once, I walked away from a shady alley scene and later met the same character again, bloody lip and angry eyes, and he basically told me I was useless. That stung more than any punch would have. I went back to flirting with the bartender after that, just to feel better. She wore this tight black top that hugged her tits so hard you could almost see the shape of her nipples when she leaned over the counter. She kept pretending that she did not notice me looking. She did. Everyone does in this game. They all act like sex is some secret, but their clothes, their eyes, their little smirks say the opposite.

Sometimes the choices feel deep. Other times you just click whatever because you are staring at the curve of someone’s hip and not reading the text. There was one line where I called a girl “cute” instead of “hot” and it completely changed the vibe. She blushed, then started teasing me more, touching her lower lip while asking if I always talk like that to women. Later, when things got heavier, she held my hand and guided it under her skirt instead of just jumping on my cock. I got this sense that the game was rewarding me for being soft and annoying at the same time. But then another scene with another girl felt like it did not care what I picked. She spread her legs, pulled my face between her thighs, and the only choice was basically “do you enjoy this a lot or a whole lot.” I mean, sure, I did, her pussy glistening in the low light, her fingers gripping my hair while she rocked against my tongue, moaning my name like she had been waiting years for this, but still, it felt a bit cheap after how careful other scenes were with the teasing.

I kept thinking I wanted more control, then when I got more control I wanted the game to just take over and fuck me sideways. That is probably my problem, not the game’s. Whatever. It sticks in my head anyway. Not the big plot, not the gang crap. Just the way one girl laughed with her whole body when I chose the dorky answer instead of the sexy one, or the way my heart actually sped up when a text from an old crush popped up, asking if I was “finally brave enough to come over.” And yeah, she was half naked when I did. Lacy panties, oversized shirt, bare legs tucked under her on the couch, like she just threw it on and forgot about the rest. The conversation was somehow more erotic than the sex, which is a weird thing to say for a porn game, but that is how it felt. Maybe tomorrow I will remember different scenes. Or I will forget half of it and just remember one specific ass in a too-tight skirt, walking away from me, never giving me what I wanted. That feels about right for this town.