This one feels like someone took all the “casting couch” memes, smashed them right into Star Wars, then decided Ahsoka’s Jedi path should go straight through a sleazy holo-studio instead of a temple. You’re not some faceless camera drone, you’re basically the guy running the casting session, poking at dialogue choices while this cocky, sharp-tongued Togruta girl tries to impress the “order” with… let’s say very non-canon talents. It starts pretty tame, like a weird fanfilm: basic questions about her training, her attitude, why she thinks she’s ready. But the tone slides really fast. One minute you’re picking whether to be the “professional” type or the smug bastard with power issues, next minute she’s on that couch, legs spread, lekku slightly trembling, giving that pissed-off but turned-on glare that only a hentai Ahsoka can pull off.

The visual novel setup is simple, which actually works. No pointless minigames, no grinding for points, just scenes that branch depending on how hard you push her or how much you pretend to care. And the cutscenes are weirdly charming in their own trashy way. You can see where the artist rushed, some angles are stiff, but then you hit a CG where her orange skin is glistening, cum dripping off her face, and the lighting around her montrals is just right, and it suddenly feels like they blew the whole schedule on that single shot. I loved the expressions, by the way. Ahsoka goes from cocky padawan brat, to insulted “I’m not here for that”, to heavy-breathing slut trying not to moan when you make her kneel between your legs. Sometimes her lips look slightly off model, I kept noticing that lower lip, but whatever, I still screenshotted it and threw it into my Hidden folder in Google Photos like a coward.

Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected. If you keep talking down to her like a disposable clone, treat her as just another body in the line, the tone goes really rough: throat-fucking, humiliation, that whole “you want the saber, you work for it” thing. You can even push her to beg for rank while she’s choking on dick, which is hilariously fucked up and horny at the same time. If you’re nicer, she opens up slower, more begrudgingly, and the sex leans into that “teacher testing the student” vibe where she pretends she’s too good for this but her nipples say the opposite. I liked that there’s not one “true” route. Sometimes picking the “right” answer just cuts off a nasty scene you maybe wanted. That annoyed me, but also made it feel less like one of those fake interactive stories that all end in the same watery creampie. Dialog is cheesy, full of slightly broken English that feels like some fan from Telegram wrote it on a caffeine high, yet in a strange way it fits. You’re not here for perfect canon, you’re here for a twisted casting that turns a Jedi hopeful into a used toy on a couch, and on that front, the game doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Fragments of a forgotten past blaze like distant stars, each scene saturated with the pulse of illicit desires and whispered secrets. The cold steel of a blaster pressed against skin, blurring lines between conquest and surrender. Faces once strangers now linger as ghosts of temptation and trust, etched deep into the soul’s labyrinth.

Then came the fracture - an explosion shattering the fragile calm, plunging you headlong into a web of power, lust, and deceit. Seductive warriors whose will bent reality and flesh stepped forward, each with their own hunger and hidden motives. Every whispered promise or harsh command shaped your destiny among the stars, changing the very pulse of your existence.

What was once a desperate bid for survival transformed into a journey of dark revelation. Lessons were carved in the heat of stolen moments and ruthless choices. The galaxy’s response is never simple - who you love, use, or destroy leaves an indelible mark. Amidst clone wars and stormtrooper ranks, your choices write legends of lust and power.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.