Power fantasy in a plague city, with tits and moral decay, is always a good starting point. This game takes that idea and just smears it all over every screen, like someone spilled corruption on the UI and never cleaned it. You are the mayor only because everyone else is dead or fucked off somewhere, and it actually feels like that. The city is empty in the right way, full in the right way: quiet streets, but every woman you meet looks like she stepped out of some horny illustrator’s private folder. The art has that slightly rough CG vibe, where anatomy is 90% correct and then there is one detail that makes it hotter. A hip too sharp, eyes a bit too glossy, a skirt that ignores physics in a very respectful way. It is not “perfect” art. It is the good kind of trashy, like when you keep zooming in on a render just to see if the panties have texture. They do. Of course they do. There is variety too: proper office girls in tight jackets, worn out survivors with messy hair and soft bellies, fake-innocent students who definitely know what a camera is for. It feels like the artist really likes women and is not afraid to make them look hungry for you. Or for protection. Same thing here.

What surprised me: the choices actually sting a little. You tell yourself “ok, I will be a nice mayor, I protect people,” and then the game throws you a scene where a starving citizen offers you her body for medicine. The dialogue is not Shakespeare, but it hits the right porn logic: believable enough that your brain nods, horny enough that your hand does the rest. And then the corruption system quietly tracks you, and suddenly the options that were greyed out before are open, and they are fucked up in a very specific way. You start taking “inspection visits” to shelters that feel more like casting interviews. You sign laws that look practical on paper but are basically a dress code for your harem. There is one early moment where you have to decide if you send guards to help a district or keep them in the city hall to “maintain order.” I picked the selfish option, because I wanted to unlock a certain secretary scene faster, and the game did not judge me directly. It just let the later CG show the consequences in the background while you are balls deep in someone. That is the best part: the city falling apart is like a permanent fetish backdrop to your power trip. Tiny complaint: the text sometimes repeats phrases in a way that feels copied from itself, and there is a pop-up that flickers for half a second and it annoys me every single time. But then a new event triggers where you are rewriting curfew rules while a desperate councilwoman is on her knees under the desk, and suddenly you forget completely that you were annoyed five seconds ago. Or maybe you remember and it just turns into part of the dirty charm of the whole mess.

Claire hits this big nameless city like every small town girl who watched too many movies and believed them a little too hard. She wants that actress life, the lights, the casting couches, the fucked up directors who tell her “you’re perfect for this role” with their eyes on her tits instead of her face. And you just sit there on your screen, watching her stumble into all this mess, poking at choices that feel like nudging a drunk friend toward either the bar or the bad decision guy in the corner. It starts all sweet and harmless, like, “aww, she’s chasing her dream,” then two clicks later you’re quietly hoping she says yes to some sketchy “private audition” in a hotel room that absolutely doesn’t look like any real agency office. The game pretends it’s romantic sometimes, with soft music and cheesy dates and all that, but the whole time you feel this little tension like, ok, who’s lying to who here.

The sex stuff feels like it grew naturally out of shit decisions, not just “oh, it’s sex scene time now.” Claire goes to one casting, the guy asks for “more emotion,” suddenly her shirt is on the floor and you’re watching her trying to convince herself this is professional. Her boobs are huge, by the way, but not in a cartoon way that breaks your brain. More in this “Instagram model who got too many sponsors” way. The camera loves them. Sometimes too much. There’s a scene in her crappy apartment, cheap couch, takeout box on the table, she’s on a video call with some producer, and he tells her to stand up and turn around. You’re just there, clicking the option to let him record it, even though she clearly hesitates. That moment hit me harder than all the normal VN stuff. Felt wrong. Felt hot. Felt like both at the same time, which is kind of the whole game, honestly. Half romance, half “wow, that was basically cheating and I still clicked it.”

What got me hooked was all the voyeur-y bits. You don’t just see what Claire does, you see her being watched. Hidden cams in an agency office, that little red light in the corner of the screen that you sort of forget about, then later some creep shows her a recording of her getting railed and uses it to push her into more. There’s one balcony scene where she’s having “normal” sex with this guy who actually seems to care about her, soft kisses, nice words, all that Netflix couple energy, and the camera slowly pulls back to some neighbor with binoculars. That shit made me pause and stare like, ok, I’m technically the neighbor here too. Game loves putting you in that dirty spectator spot. You help guide Claire into romance, sure, but also into cheating on the one guy who treats her like a human, into fucking for roles, into weird situations where she’s half performing, half actually turned on. It’s messy, it’s uneven, sometimes the dialogue makes you roll your eyes, sometimes it hits way too close to those stories you scroll past on Twitter and pretend you didn’t see. But you keep clicking, because watching this girl try to balance dreams, love, and her own horny curiosity in a city that eats people like her for breakfast is way more addictive than it has any right to be.

RICO: Sin City feels like somebody opened Unity, threw in every superhero parody idea they had after binging Netflix and Pornhub, and then just… never stopped. You start as this snitch working for the cops, buried under so many charges that even the loading screen kinda feels like a threat. One second you’re getting lectured by some tired detective in a shitty office with buzzing neon, the next second you’re jerking off in a motel bathroom because a bust went sideways and a stacked mutant patrol girl bent over a squad car is stuck in your head. The whole city is like a horny GTA fever dream where every cape, villain and random NPC wants to either shoot you or ride you, sometimes both in the same scene. And weirdly it works, mostly because the game doesn’t pretend to be classy. It looks like a Unity project where the dev said “yeah whatever, her tits need to be bigger” and then forgot about gravity after that. When you’re talking to these parody heroes, their boobs practically enter the dialogue first.

The best part for me is how the superpower angle keeps sliding into porn logic. There’s this sequence where you’re supposed to track a telepath who’s leaking sensitive info to a gang. Plot sounds serious, right? But the way you get the intel is by letting her dig through your “fantasies” to check if you’re loyal. Game literally locks you into this interactive jerk-off interrogation where every time you pick a more shameless answer, the scene shifts: now she’s in a skintight suit, now it’s ripped, now she’s pushing you down with psychic force while you stroke your cock because “arousal improves data transfer.” On paper it sounds stupid. In practice, sitting there with your mouse, watching a 3DCG superheroine float in front of you while you try to choose between “lie” and “tell her you want to cum on her cape,” it’s kinda genius. I was laughing, but also hard as fuck. Later, you’re chasing some bootleg Harley-Deadpool mashup through an alley, and instead of normal QTEs you get these horny choices like “tackle her” or “grab her thighs.” Miss the timing and she knees you. Hit it, and suddenly you’re pinning her against a dumpster while she calls you a criminal piece of shit and rubs your bulge with this smug grin. The game will cut away from an actually decent crime scene setup into a masturbation cutaway with almost no transition at all, and sometimes that’s annoying, like it didn’t trust its own plot to breathe. It keeps throwing gags at you too: a flying hero hovering outside a high-rise window while two huge-tit influencers inside “negotiate” brand deals by sucking him off, a corrupt cop making you “demonstrate” your loyalty to the city’s finest by letting his busty partner sit on your face in the interrogation room. It’s horny, messy, self-aware, occasionally dumb as fuck, and it definitely feels like some Unity sleuth could open the project and still find half-broken objects hidden behind the city skyline, along with one more naked superhero model some dev forgot to assign to a mission.