I wasn’t even supposed to play this one. I saw the thumbnail––you know the kind, low camera angle, “oh I dropped my phone” energy––and thought it’d be cheap porn in a fake narrative suit. It *is*, kinda, but also not. There’s this mood to it, like someone tried to make a romance and got horny halfway through coding. The cheating angle doesn’t even wait around; it slaps you right after the tutorial. You’re barely getting used to the chat UI and boom - somebody’s spouse is sending “accidental” selfies in portrait mode, every pixel screaming temptation. It’s messy, hilarious, uncomfortable. And stupidly hot. I hate how real the typing pauses feel though, like the dev knew exactly how long it takes for moral hesitation to dissolve into lust.

Half the time I’m thinking: damn, this could’ve been a psychological sim if it didn’t keep zooming in on asses the size of continents. The other half I’m just quietly adjusting my screen brightness praying no one passes by. The dialogue tries to sound grown-up, fails miserably, but then loops back to being accidentally poetic - like when she whispers about missing “the warmth of mistakes.” What does that even mean? I liked it anyway. The game rewards dishonesty without pretending it’s fine. That’s rare. At one point, my character’s lover calls mid-date, and I swear I got an actual guilt pang. Then again, maybe I just hadn’t eaten all day. Hard to tell with games like this; they bleed into reality, mostly because your thumb’s too slippery to hit the pause.

Still, who plays an NTR mobile sim expecting deliverance? Nobody sane. The touch prompts are scummy perfection - you swipe up, and it feels wrong in exactly the right way. I caught myself wanting more depth, but also hoping nobody gives it any. It has that dirty soap-opera rhythm where you laugh, groan, get turned on, then forget why you started. Which, honestly, fits the theme better than anything else. I kept meaning to quit after “just one more scene.” Never did.

Elizabeth’s life in this game starts in that really ugly, quiet kind of disaster. Not car chases, not explosions, just her husband suddenly gone behind bars and all the bills still arriving like nothing happened. The whole thing feels very… cramped. You’re mostly in small rooms, small conversations, small decisions that twist into something dirty faster than you expect. It plays like a visual novel, so you are tapping through text, choosing how she reacts, who she trusts, who she lets touch her, and how far she’s willing to go to keep the house from falling apart. The erotic side grows slow at first, which I actually liked, because by the time some asshole is “comforting” her with his hand sliding over her big ass, you already know exactly why she’s letting it happen. Or why she pretends she hates it while still leaning a little closer.

What caught me is how the game keeps mixing guilt and arousal. You get a scene where Elizabeth is watching her son sleep and thinking about how she failed this family, then two taps later she’s in the kitchen with some lowlife who helped her with money, and he’s behind her, grinding on her while she tries to wash dishes like nothing is happening. The camera sticks to small movements: his fingers pushing under her blouse, her tits pressing against the sink, that half second where she opens her mouth but no sound comes out. When oral comes up, it usually feels like a transaction. It is not some porn fairy tale where she suddenly loves sucking cock, it’s more like “I need this loan extended, fine, I’ll get on my knees.” You pick if she goes through with it or pulls back. And if she does go through with it, the game doesn’t skip. You get the sloppy details, the saliva, her eyes trying not to meet his as he uses her mouth like a cheap toy, while the writing reminds you that the rent is due next week. There is a bit of voyeur stuff too that fits surprisingly well: cracked doors, someone watching her bend over, a phone screen lighting up at the worst time. One of my favorite trashy moments is when she’s half-dressed, arguing with a “friend of the family,” and you can choose whether she notices that he is openly staring at her tits, or she pretends not to. If you make her confront him, it somehow gets even filthier.

The “family” angle is handled in this messy, realistic way that will probably piss off some people and turn on others. Nobody is wholesome. Her son is not some perfect angel. He is stressed, sometimes cruel, sometimes too clingy, and the game loves to trap Elizabeth between maternal instinct and all the sexual tension that grows from living in this pressure cooker. You get scenes where she changes clothes in her room and you can decide if she closes the door properly or leaves it a bit open, knowing someone might peek. That voyeuristic feeling of “I should not see this, but I really want to” is constant. The mobile format actually helps here, because it feels like reading dirty messages on Telegram when you should be doing something else. One-handed mode, yeah, it works. The choices matter just enough to make you go back and try different branches, but not in some deep strategy way. More like “what if she lets him grope her one more time in the car” or “what if she agrees to that late-night visit to the office.” Some routes turn Elizabeth into a secret slut who discovers she likes having her mouth used, some keep her proud and stubborn while still putting her in situations where everyone treats her body like currency. The game is shameless with big tits and big milf energy, but it never fully forgets the broken woman under all that, and that tension is the thing that stuck in my head long after I closed the tab.

Guy moves in with the woman he used to look up to, and the whole thing instantly feels wrong in the best way. She’s older, stacked, has that tired MILF energy like she’s seen some shit and is trying very hard to pretend she doesn’t notice the way his eyes keep dropping to her tits every two seconds. The game leans hard into that awkward “family but not really family” vibe. You’re poking around the house, clicking on random stuff, watching him catch her half-dressed in the hallway, “accidentally” barging in when she’s in the shower, peeking through doors at the worst possible time. The point and click style here actually helps the pervy mood: you’re not rushing, you’re hunting for those tiny chances to push things one step further, like a creep with infinite patience and a save button. One minute you’re just choosing how polite to sound at dinner, next minute you’re deciding if you’ll grope her while she dozes on the couch and pretend you did nothing. It feels shitty. It feels hot. Depends on the mood, I guess.

The writing around the teasing is where this thing actually shines. English feels a bit off in some lines, but it kind of works, like everyone is slightly too flustered to speak properly. She’ll say stuff that sounds normal, but the timing, the camera angle, the tight shirt, all scream “please stare at my nipples more.” And of course you do. The game really enjoys making you wait for payoffs: first it’s accidental boob contact in the kitchen, later you’re slipping your hand under her shirt while she “sleeps” and trying not to wake her. There is a proper build from shy eye contact to full-on fucking, with stops for oral, some light voyeur stuff when you spy her fooling around alone with toys, and that guilty little thrill when you realize she kinda knows you’re watching and keeps going anyway. Sometimes scenes jump a bit fast though, like you go from nervous virgin vibes to raw creampie territory in a few clicks, which breaks the slow-burn feeling the game was aiming for. And the incest-adjacent angle never shuts up in your head, especially when the romance parts kick in and he starts talking to her like she’s his big, lost love and not the person who bailed on him years ago. I wish one specific kitchen animation didn’t loop so weirdly when she bends over the table, but now I can’t stop thinking about that tiny glitch more than the actual sex.

The 3D style is chunky in a good way: thick asses, big tits, lots of jiggle when you’re grabbing, licking, sliding in. Bodies feel heavy, not plastic. When you finally push things too far, you get scenes where the “good boy” front breaks and he just rams into her, fingers digging into her ass, her clinging to him like she’s been horny and lonely for way too long. Some routes play him more romantic, with kissing that isn’t just a fast-forward to penetration, and those actually land better than I expected, considering he starts out acting like a sneaky little voyeur troll. There are multiple endings, so your choices in those small dialogue bits matter more than you think; one tiny decision during a seemingly harmless couch chat will decide if you end up as her secret lover, her regret, or just the pervert who went too far while she was sleeping. If you want to squeeze everything from it, play it like a slow perv: check every room, every time of day, touch a little, back off, reload, try the nastier option, then the softer one. Half the fun is milking every teasing moment until both you and the MC feel like your brain is fried from holding back.

James is the kind of guy you hate a little because everything sort of falls in his lap, and then you remember he’s also getting his ribs smashed on the field by 300-pound monsters and suddenly it feels fair. You play as this rookie football player who just landed in the big league, tossed in a locker room full of egos, cameras in his face, coaches screaming, and on top of that, every kind of girl in his orbit wanting a piece of him for completely different reasons. Some of them want his fame, some want his body, some want his baby, and a few are just bored and horny and like how his ass looks in tight pants. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art, it’s basically “can this dude win games, keep his dick under control, and still turn half the female cast into his personal breeding trophy cabinet” all at the same time. It’s shameless. I kinda respect how shameless it is. Then again, sometimes it feels like a hentai fever dream written in a locker room on a whiteboard, so yeah, don’t expect Pulitzer-level script.

What actually hooks you is how the story keeps tying sex to your performance on the field. You screw up a key pass in a game, miss the touchdown, and suddenly that stacked cheerleader who was all over you in the previous scene is like, “Maybe you’re only good with your mouth” and now the next scene has you on your knees proving her wrong while she sits on your face in her tight little sport uniform, pom poms forgotten on the floor. You nail a perfect game, though, throw three touchdowns, and boom, you’re in the VIP area of some club with a pair of big titty superfans arguing which one gets to ride you first without a condom because “a champion deserves a legacy.” It’s not just random sex thrown at you, it reacts to your choices and your game progress, even if the reaction is often: “you played well, here’s another wet hole.” The harem vibe goes hard here. You can be in the training facility talking route trees with your coach, then ten minutes later you’re in a hotel room with two thick, chocolate-skinned receivers’ sisters bouncing on you, one taking your cock raw, the other grinding on your face, both moaning about giving you “mixed babies with your superstar genes.” The game is pretty blunt with that kind of interracial stuff, it doesn’t tiptoe at all, it just leans into the fantasy like a drunk guy falling into a couch.

The wild thing is how normal moments suddenly turn filthy without much warning. There’s this early scene where you’re doing basic drills in practice, helmet on, sweat dripping, coach yelling at you to read the defense better. Feels like a sports sim for a second. Then practice ends, you go back to the locker room, and one of the team assistants, this Latina with a ridiculous big ass stuffed into tight leggings and a team hoodie, “accidentally” walks in while you’re in the shower. She pretends to be shocked for like two seconds, eyes glued to your cock, then starts talking about “recovery massage” and next thing, she’s on her knees between the lockers, water still running, giving you this sloppy, noisy blowjob while she strokes your balls and talks about how she wants to feel “the quarterback seed deep inside” her after the next win. Later, when you finally give it to her, the animation doesn’t shy away: full-on vaginal pounding, her ass jiggling with every thrust, her tits bouncing all over, her moaning about getting knocked up like it’s part of the game plan. And the game keeps stacking these women. A smug reporter who starts off grilling you in interviews then slowly ends up on her knees in the press office sucking your dick to “secure an exclusive.” A rival player’s girlfriend with massive boobs leaking out of her jersey crop top, grinding on your lap at a house party while her boyfriend plays beer pong in the next room, whispering that she wants to feel what a “real champion” feels like inside her. Half the time you’re building a stat line of yards and touchdowns, the other half is basically a pregnancy leaderboard in your head. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it knows exactly what it wants to be, and it just keeps throwing wide hips, tight sport outfits, and messy oral scenes at you like it’s running a no-huddle offense with your dick as the ball.

I opened this thinking it would be another cheap porn grind and instead it sort of slapped me in the face with feelings, then giggled and ran back to the campus cafeteria. You start as this uni guy walking around in that fake freedom vibe, the kind where everyone pretends they’re adults but still live like kids, and his dad just died. The game doesn’t milk it with dramatic music or slow zoom shit, it just lets it sit in the room with you. You’re talking to classmates, teachers, random people with tits that are way too generous for real life, and nobody knows what to say about the dead father, which honestly feels more real than any crying scene. Meanwhile the game keeps teasing you with girls in tight shirts, big asses under short skirts, animated jiggles that the camera is way too in love with, and still refuses to give you any actual sex. It feels like edging, but with narrative.

Most adult games go “here’s your step-whatever, here’s your tits, now click to cum.” This one is more like: “here’s a girl joking about your bad haircut, here’s her leaning forward and her boobs quietly ruining your ability to listen, and here’s you going back to your tiny room to stare at your phone and overthink everything.” I had the game open in one window and Telegram in the other, and it honestly felt the same: jumping between shallow dumb memes and heavy emotional shit, while a girl with a ridiculous rack is half flirting, half bullying you in the classroom. There’s humor everywhere, but it’s this lazy campus humor, not witty screenplay stuff. One guy makes a joke that falls flat and the dev left the awkward silence in there instead of fixing it, and now that scene lives in my brain rent free. Also the protagonist is a bit of a coward. Not the sexy confident kind, more like “I absolutely noticed that girl’s tits but I will pretend I didn’t and talk about homework instead” kind. Which is frustrating and kind of hot and kind of pathetic at the same time. Perfect uni energy. The models have that 3D softness where everyone’s skin looks slightly too smooth, like they all discovered skincare and never sleep, but somehow it fits the tone. Big asses, big tits, big quiet moments.

I kept waiting for the usual porn-logic event to kick in. Teacher trips. Panties exposed. Boom, blowjob. Instead, you get a teacher who clearly has a body built for sin, tight top, big chest straining against the fabric, but she talks to you about your grades and your father and how you’re zoning out in class. There’s this scene in a hallway where a girl with a massive ass walks past you in leggings, the camera follows every bounce, every step, she throws you a quick smile, and then nothing happens. No route selection, no sudden “corrupt” option. You just stand there like an idiot while she goes into a different room and you’re stuck with your thoughts and that familiar ache in your dick. It annoyed me in a very personal way. Porn games usually give you a quick fix, here it’s like having Pornhub on mute while watching a slow drama on Netflix at the same time. And I weirdly respect that, even though I kept whispering “just let somebody suck him off already” at my screen like a maniac. The jokes land often, then fail without warning, some side characters feel like they walked in from a different game, and there’s no big payoff yet. But the tension between grief, horny energy and stupid campus humor feels more honest than any fake “true love” happy ending. Nobody is healed, nobody is naked, everyone is pretending they’re fine while their bodies are practically screaming fuck me through those tight jeans and low-cut tops, and the game just stares at you and dares you to wait.

You open this thing and bam, you’re suddenly this dude who somehow owns a gym for monster girls only. Not a normal gym, not a cheap porn setup, more like some weird mix of therapy, horny fantasy, and management sim that spent too long on Patreon. Every girl that walks through the door has ears, tails, claws, wings or god knows what, and also tits that laugh at gravity. They come in wearing tight sport uniforms that absolutely fail at being modest, pretending they’re here to “get fit” while their boobs are trying to escape every time they touch a treadmill. You’re supposed to make the place “safe” and “comforting,” but let’s be real, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when the wolf girl bends over for stretches and the camera just happens to forget her face and stay on that ass. You’re walking around the gym floor, clicking on weights, checking machines, pretending you care about reps and BPM while your actual brain is like “ok but how do I get the bunny girl to trust me enough to let me ‘adjust her posture’ in the showers.”

The sandbox part hits early. No hand holding, just you tossed into this half-RPG, half-trainer thing where money, stamina, and horny are always wrestling in your head. You set training plans for each girl, pick if she’s doing cardio, squats, or “private lessons” in the back room where the mirrors are way too clean. Some of them want strict coaching, some want motivational touching that is about 2% sport and 98% “yeah, you can grab my hips to correct my form.” Suddenly you’re arguing with a dragon girl about her confidence while her top is one bad stretch away from turning the whole gym into a public orgy. One minute you’re carefully planning a new machine purchase to attract more clients, the next you’re in a late-event scene where the shy cat girl who always hides in the corner finally snaps and presses you against the wall, asking if she’s still “too soft” as she guides your hands over her body. The romance side tries to be sweet about self-acceptance, which is cute, then immediately throws you a CG where you’re pounding a thick centaur girl against a locker while her hooves are clacking on the tiles and someone is probably working out right outside.

There’s this weird thing where the game wants to talk about body image and “accepting your own shape” and then gives you a slime girl whose boobs literally swell when you praise her progress, like a horny balloon. You’re checking stats, affection, lust, training results, and it feels kind of like running a horny spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans when you click it. One of my favorite “wtf” moments was when I scheduled a totally normal training day, clicked through too fast, and suddenly I’m in a scene where the muscular orc girl is using me as a workout tool, making me hold a plank position while she grinds on my back and calls it “balance practice.” The public gym thing is always in the background too, so half the sex scenes are lowkey exhibitionism: quick sloppy blowjob behind the squat rack while another client is stretching two meters away, or you “helping” the fox girl in the sauna as the steam hides nothing at all. It’s horny, messy, sometimes strangely wholesome, then it throws a furry CG at you that looks like it took the artist all their sanity to finish. The whole thing feels like someone mashed together a management game, a monster girl dating sim, and the dirty thoughts you get while scrolling Instagram fitness reels, then turned the horny slider to max and never looked back.

Ariana feels like that quiet girl in class who sits in the back, hoodie up, pretending the world doesn’t exist, but the world in this game keeps pulling her clothes off bit by bit. The whole thing starts so small it almost feels innocent: her just trying to go about her day, scrolling on her phone, pretending she doesn’t notice how her mom bends over the kitchen counter, or how her sister walks around in panties that don’t even try to hide her ass. It’s that slow, itchy kind of tension where nothing “big” is happening yet, but you’re already half hard because you can tell exactly where the dev wants to drag her. She doesn’t just flip from shy to sex freak in one click, and I like that… even if sometimes the game pushes her a little fast, like the corruption slider gets yanked when it should be nudged. One second she’s blushing when someone brushes her hand, and the next she’s letting fingers wander under her clothes on the couch while the TV is on. It’s hot, but I kinda wanted one more scene of her squirming and saying no in that weak, not-really-no way.

Voice-wise, or “voice” in quotes, since there is no full VA, I still heard her in my head, if that makes sense. When Ariana starts touching herself alone in her room, phone screen lighting up her face, that inner monologue feels like a quiet whisper in your ear. She’s not some overconfident porn girl moaning like a pro. She’s nervous, trying not to breathe too loud, biting her lip while her mom moves around in the hallway. That’s the stuff that stuck with me. The game loves teasing, sometimes too much, like it almost trolls you with how often hands stop right before the good part, or how a scene cuts right after a grope, but when it actually goes full-on, it doesn’t hold back. Vaginal, anal, toys, lesbian stuff with her sister, futa surprises, even the fucked up family and beast stuff, it just keeps stacking on top of each other like the dev checked every taboo box and smiled. There’s this one moment where she’s riding a toy, trying to stay quiet, and someone opens the door, and she freezes, toy still buried inside her, and that image kinda branded itself in my head more than the straight up hardcore scenes. It’s messy and wrong and way too much, but that’s exactly the point, right?

What I kept noticing, maybe because I’m a voice nerd, is how easy it would be to give these scenes proper sound. You can almost hear it without audio: the breath hitch when her mom’s hand “accidentally” slides over her tits while helping her change, the fake casual tone when her sister offers to “teach her” how to make herself feel good, the way Ariana would go from that tiny, shaky “uhm…” to a broken, whiny moan once she finally lets go and stops pretending she doesn’t like being used. The game has this casual free-use vibe at times, where people just take what they want from her body like it’s normal, and nobody even bothers asking, and she just melts into it, which is fucked and hot and a bit scary in a good way. Then it flips and throws in some female domination where she’s the one grinding on another girl’s face or pushing toys inside someone else, and I like that confusion. It doesn’t care about making her “pure” or consistent. She can be victim and predator, horny sub and cruel tease, all in the same afternoon. I wish the text had a bit more sound description in some scenes, more little notes like “her voice cracks on that word” or “she can barely say his name”, but it’s fine. The real hook is that she starts as this quiet, almost invisible girl and ends up letting everyone and everything use her, including stuff that really should stay on the wrong side of fantasy, and the game doesn’t apologize for any of it.

You start as this broke psychology student who basically speedruns failure: no job, no place to stay, no girl, just a suitcase of bad choices and a degree that does nothing. So you crawl back to your mom’s house, which would be depressing if your mom wasn’t a thick, soft, curvy nurse who looks like she escaped from a porn thumbnail by mistake. She’s caring, kind, always busy, and every time she bends over in those tight clothes you remember why Freud should not be taken lightly. Then there are the sisters. The older one is full goth attitude, stacked in the front, absurdly round in the back, with those long black nails that look like they could hurt in the nicest way. She acts like she hates you, like you’re trash under her boots, and of course that only makes it hotter when the game slowly lets you push into that hate, twist it, make it something else. The younger one is all pink and sugar and wide eyes, way too sweet for the filthy shit the game wants you to think about when she leans in close asking for help, her tiny boobs pressed against you, licking a lollipop like a hentai cliché that somehow still works.

The hook is the hypnotherapist. Mom introduces you to this local therapist friend, and because you studied psychology, you end up as her assistant. At first it feels kinda legit: you sit in her office, watch her work with clients, listen to them talk about their problems, see her drop them into trance, repeating phrases in that soft tone. Then after some sessions, something shifts. The game lets you notice how easy it is to steer their thoughts, how a simple suggestion can change behavior, unlock hidden kinks, or break resistance. There is a very particular moment where you’re left alone with one of the patients, she is half under already, and the UI just gives you the option to push deeper or be a good boy. That’s where the whole corruption thing really hits you. This is not just clicking through sex scenes. It’s deciding if you’re going to untie someone’s sense of self and rebuild it in your shape. The same tools that heal are used to turn your mom into your devoted slut, your goth sister into a mindbroken anal toy or a reluctant romantic, your sweet little sister into a creampie addicted doll who squirts on command, or something a bit less monstrous if you want. There is voyeurism everywhere: doors left half open, bathroom scenes where you watch them masturbate, late night sleep sex temptation, the option to slide your hand into panties while they breathe slow and helpless, or shove a toy inside them under hypnosis, teach them that “relaxing” means opening their mouth for deepthroat or spreading their big ass. The game does not blush about race either; there are ebony bodies, interracial setups, a harem angle where every woman in the house and outside slowly or suddenly or violently becomes yours, and if you like to play the male domination route, the writing really leans into calling them slaves, pets, obedient property that still somehow talk back and feel like people, not just dolls. It’s dirty, kind of morally fucked, sometimes oddly romantic, sometimes just pure filth, like when you force a titfuck session in the clinic office between appointments, or when a character you cared about is kneeling, dripping with cum, thanking you for controlling her mind. I kept thinking about whether consent that is created by hypnosis is any consent at all, and then the game would throw another creamy anal scene or a squirt-soaked blowjob at me and my brain went quiet. That conflict between ethics class and porn brain is basically the whole experience.

Heroic fantasy on the surface, total filthy mindgame underneath. You’re this “loyal” ally tagging along with the classic chosen Hero and his cute little party, all shiny ideals and talk about saving the world from the Demon King. Except you’re not loyal at all. You’re the Demon King’s spy, smiling in their faces while planning how to wreck them from the inside, and most of that wrecking happens in beds, tents, baths and random shady dungeons where clothes keep magically falling off. Every time the Hero makes some noble speech, all you’re thinking is which girl you’re corrupting next, whose ass you’re going to leave shaking, and who you’ll turn into your little plaything that still calls you “senpai” or “comrade” like nothing is wrong.

The party looks normal at first. You got the big titty milf healer who pretends to be holy but moans like a slut once you get a hand under that robe, a proper princess-type swordswoman who starts pure and slowly turns into your anal-obsessed toy, that shy virgin mage whose ahegao the game milks hard with internal views when you finally snap her, and of course the “loyal” male companions who you can blackmail, humiliate, or just straight up break into sissy traps if you lean into corruption. Sometimes the game lets you go soft, tease them, give them some romance, even act like you actually care, then two scenes later you’re forcing them into group sex in front of the Hero while they cry and cum at the same time. There are moments where you’re using sex toys on a blindfolded elf while the Hero is literally on the other side of the curtain, clueless, and you’re just there thinking, yeah bro, I’m saving the world, sure. Trainer vibes hit hard: you keep “raising” their affection, then flipping it into perversion, pushing from handjob to titfuck to multiple penetration, tossing in voyeurism when you drag someone outside the campfire and let the monsters watch, or worse, join.

What really got me is how it keeps giving you small choices that feel like nothing, then later you’re locked into some wild shit. You tell the milf healer one dirty joke early on? Much later she’s begging you for your cock while lactating over the Hero’s passed-out body, and you decide if you creampie her there or use her mouth while she tries not to wake him. You “accidentally” walk in on the mage masturbating one time? That becomes a full blackmail route where you make her service the whole party in secret, with spanking, groping, and public exhibition scenes where she’s trying to cast spells while dripping your cum inside her. Even the swinging stuff gets nasty: one path has you offering your own harem to the Demon side in exchange for more power, watching lesbian and gay side scenes spiral while you sit back and control who gets whose ass. Sometimes you’ll even get checked by a strong female dom monster girl who turns the tables, straps you down, rides you, makes you shoot all over her big ass while she humiliates you and laughs about how weak humans are. One run you’re this smug male dom corrupting everyone, another run you’re getting pegged by a trap you “trained” wrong. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s unfair in a fun way. Best advice? Don’t try to play morally, that path just feels like lying to yourself. Push the corruption, lean into the cheating and netori, save often before big choices, and if the game asks “Do you want to go further?” always hit yes and see whose soul and pussy you’re about to break next.