You wake up in this other world with that classic “truck-kun fucked my life” energy, but the vibe here is less heroic journey and more horny tourist with too much freedom. It looks like a normal fantasy town at first glance, but after five clicks you’re already peeking through windows, watching a busty elf “milk” herself because of some weird curse, and wondering when exactly your moral compass left the building. The game doesn’t rush to explain everything, it just drops you in and lets you poke stuff. Doors, girls, random objects, tits bouncing softly when you misclick like three times in a row. It feels kind of messy and kinda charming for that.

I ended up spending way too long just wandering around like an idiot, opening wrong rooms, triggering awkward scenes where you barge in and catch some milf stripped halfway, trying to cover those giant boobs with one hand and failing hard. Sometimes she yells, sometimes she blushes, sometimes she still “uses” you even while calling you useless trash. There’s this slow corruption thing happening where at first the women are shy, normal, slightly annoyed at this reincarnated freak, and then, after a few choices, they start asking you to watch, to touch, to “help” them with stuff that absolutely would get you banned on Twitch. One scene had me pretending to sleep while a flustered mom climbed into my bed and started grinding on me, whispering shit to herself, thinking I’m out cold. I was half turned on, half thinking, “wow, this heroine needs therapy,” and then I clicked anyway.

The point and click style makes everything feel like you’re this lazy pervert god, just pointing your finger and saying “yeah, you, on your knees.” Sometimes you send a girl to serve as a slave, sometimes you just tease her until she’s dripping, sometimes you blow your load in her pussy and the game leans hard into the creampie angle with those very sticky, animated finishes that made my inner artist go “hmm, I want to draw fanart of that exact messy pose.” Bodies are thick, asses huge, tits bigger than my attention span, and the camera isn’t shy about showing every curve from way too close. There’s humor too, the stupid kind I like, like the main guy talking big while clearly being a dork who panics when a monster girl just shoves his cock in her mouth mid-sentence. I wish the interface buttons were a bit less tiny, it annoys me each time I misclick, and I’ll keep being annoyed and still go back to snooping through fantasy houses, catching girls strip for “privacy” that I never give them. The game just keeps whispering “one more scene” and suddenly you’re corrupting your way across a whole damn kingdom, leaving milk, spit, and cum as your unofficial family crest.

You wake up as this random nobody that suddenly gets told, “yeah, the legendary Moonbase is kinda yours now, don’t screw it up.” Of course you immediately screw it up, but in the fun way. The whole thing feels like a fucked up cartoon episode that never aired, where the kids grew up in all the wrong directions, boobs and asses happened, and the adults decided to be even worse. You’re supposed to be managing missions, dealing with agents, keeping the base running, all serious and heroic. Instead you’re watching the monitors way too long, zooming in when some girl bends over in the hangar, thinking “that’s definitely not regulation uniform” and then you remember you’re the one who sets the rules now. There’s this weird mix of nostalgia and horny brainrot going on, like your inner kid and your inner pervert keep arguing while you click through menus and choose if you send someone on a mission or “call her to your office for a… performance review.”

The management part is actually not fake. You handle resources, plan upgrades, juggle tasks, unlock new areas of the base, that kind of stuff. But everything ties into how you corrupt your girls, which is where it gets spicy fast. At first you’re giving them harmless orders, simple training, regular debriefings. Then your dialogue options shift, clothes get a bit tighter, rewards for “good work” start including private shows, and suddenly you’re the creepy boss in charge of a whole squad of horny idiots who somehow keep listening to you. I had this moment with one of the more serious agents where I pushed her through a chain of “just training” events, and then one day she’s standing in my office in this ridiculous cosplay outfit, blushing while I make her pose in front of the huge window of the Moonbase bridge. She keeps talking about “duty” while I’m clicking every option that makes her show more skin, and the game quietly tags it as exhibition. Totally immoral, totally hot. I loved how half the time I pretended I was shaping elite operatives and the other half I was just making them dance for my camera and spanking them for “discipline.” Also the UI annoyed me for like five minutes because one button is in a stupid place and I still hate it, but whatever, I kept playing.

The best part is how it doesn’t just throw you instant porn and call it a day. You kind of grow your own pervert empire. You start with light teasing, accidental gropes, “oops I walked in while she was changing,” stuff you can almost justify. Then you figure out which girls lean into exhibitionism, who secretly likes being harassed, which ones crack when you use your rank to push them a bit too far. There’s lesbian scenes that just appear in your logs after you set two girls on the same shift too often, and you can spy on them through the base cameras like some degenerate overlord. Sometimes I was actually planning missions like a proper commander, watching fatigue and money, thinking about upgrades, then a random event pops up where one of the girls got caught stripping in the storage bay and I immediately forget all strategy and rush into that menu. It’s stupid and horny and fun and somehow still scratches that management itch, like a fucked up version of running an HQ where the main KPI is “how many agents you turned into your personal toys” instead of saving the world or whatever. I honestly came here expecting just quick fap content and ended up min-maxing corruption routes like a psycho, trying to see every way the base can turn into your private voyeur playground.

Moving into that crappy little apartment building felt almost too normal at first. Same gray stairs, same neighbor smell, same thin walls where you hear people fucking but pretend you don’t. Then you see Aiko again. That “pure angel from school” you used to jerk off to while pretending it was just a crush. The girl who smiled like she’d never touched a dick in her life. And the game just looks at you like, “yeah, sure, keep believing that.” It starts innocent enough: shy guy, cute girl, awkward greetings in the hallway, you staring at her legs way too long while she pretends not to notice. Typical virgin loser energy. I thought, ok, it’s going to be another soft romance with some tits somewhere in the middle. Then the first time she corners you alone in the stairwell and basically toys with you like a cat with a mouse, that expectation just dies.

The turning point for me was actually something stupid. Not the first blowjob, not the first time she rides you, none of that. It was when she just puts her foot in your lap during a “normal” conversation and keeps talking like nothing is happening, heel rubbing right against your dick while asking you about college. That slow, cruel teasing where she knows you’ll cum in your pants if she lets it go on. And she does not stop. It made me go, alright, she’s not just a secretly horny girl, she’s fucked in the head in the best way. One minute you think she likes you, next minute she’s making you watch her “comfort” another girl on the couch, hand slipping under panties while she stares you down. That scene with her friend, where you’re half-hard, half-confused if you’re being cheated on before you even get a real date, hit weirdly hard. I was annoyed, turned on, jealous, and kind of ashamed because I definitely kept playing with one hand.

What breaks the brain a bit is how the game keeps mixing “romance” and “you’re my toy” without asking if you’re ok with it. One path she’s gently guiding you, blushing when you actually manage to be bold, kissing you soft, like this is some sweet first-love story. Then, with barely any warning, she’s got you kneeling, collar digging into your neck, calling you cute when you flinch as she presses a toy somewhere it never went before. My personal “oh shit” moment was when she dresses you up, calls it a joke, then just… doesn’t stop. Skirt, stockings, that humiliating mirror angle, and you see your own face all red and needy. I didn’t even know I wanted that. I still don’t know if I do, but my dick had a very clear opinion. Some group scenes feel a bit rushed, like bodies appear just because the tag list says so, and there is this one thing with sound looping weirdly that annoyed me and now I can’t un-hear it. The corruption stuff hits hardest when she’s not shouting or slapping, but just whispering that you’re “a good boy” while using you, or when she pushes another girl’s head down on you and watches like she’s checking how her property is performing. There are softer routes where you try to stay loyal, avoid the cheating, try to protect your heart, and somehow it feels even more dirty when you fail. This is not a clean hero story. It’s more like slowly drowning in her games and kind of liking the water temperature. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Agency on the brink, rent probably unpaid for two months, and you’re stuck watching this dumb little couple trying to save their dream job while their moral compass gets slowly fucked sideways. That’s basically the vibe here. It pretends to be about “cases” and “justice” and all that detective crap, but half the fun is just poking at how far you can push the guy and his girl before something snaps and someone ends up on their knees for the wrong boss. In a good way. Or bad. Depends how cold your heart is.

You start with this idealistic dude who clearly grew up binging crime shows on Netflix, finally got his own tiny agency going, and is way too proud of being the guy who helps the innocent and all that heroic stuff. His girlfriend is the classic “strong sense of justice” girl that absolutely would call you out on watching porn on your second monitor, but then secretly fantasize about being pinned to the desk in that same office. They feel like that couple that shares a Google Calendar and still fucks on the couch anyway. Money goes to shit, of course, and they basically get swallowed by this giant rival agency with a smug celebrity owner who talks like every line should be in a podcast ad. The first time you see him alone with the heroine in his office, it already feels like cheating even if nobody touches anyone yet. Keyboard on the desk, closed blinds, soft light on her legs. You know where your brain goes.

The cool part is how the “investigation” and corruption stuff bleed into the sex. It’s not just “click here for blowjob scene.” You get cases where you interrogate people, follow clues, read between the lines… and then that same skill set twists into you spotting how your own girl starts avoiding eye contact when you ask what happened during her “private meeting” with the boss. Or when the new assistant with dead shark eyes “kindly” suggests you let your girlfriend handle certain clients alone. There’s this one moment where you play as the heroine, and you’re in a car with a dangerous witness, tension thick as hell, talking about evidence… and the way she touches his arm while trying to get him to talk, you realize you can lean into that, use her body as a tool. I went with the “just a bit of flirting” option, and it still felt dirty, because the next scene back at the office, the boyfriend hugs her like nothing changed and she smiles like everything did. The 3D models help a lot here, because the body language sells it: subtle lip bite, knees too close, her pressing her thighs together after some risky conversation. Later, when she’s kneeling in front of someone that is definitely not her boyfriend and taking him into her mouth because “it’s part of the deal,” it doesn’t feel random. It feels like watching a line you pretended wasn’t there get crossed, twice. Vaginal scenes hit harder when you know exactly which promise got broken for that to happen. It’s a romance story that keeps shoving you toward betrayal and then asking if you really regret it while you’re watching her ride a man she’s supposed to hate, moaning his name like she’s trying to convince herself it’s still work. And of course I wish there was a simple clean route that stayed perfectly pure, but there won’t be, and honestly, that’s kind of the point.

Hollywood in 1999 is already a joke, and this thing leans into it in the dirtiest way possible. You’re stuck as this washed-up talent agent, stuck at home with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a tiny office. No big city map, no running around, just you, your phone, your desk, and this sweet country girl who shows up with big dreams and no idea how fucked the industry is. Mary Jane walks in all shy smile and “I wanna be an actress, mister,” and you’re sitting there deciding if you’re going to be her disgusting corrupt mentor or the least-bad guy in a really horny town. There’s this weird mix of sleazy porn plot and old board game logic: dice rolls, card pulls, random events. It feels a bit like playing one of those cheap party board games from a thrift store, except every “chance card” is “oops, you’re half naked in a casting studio now, guess the agent has to help you rehearse that blowjob scene.” The adult stuff doesn’t just happen because you clicked a heart icon either, sometimes the dice just hate her and suddenly she’s doing a humiliating audition in front of three guys, or sometimes she actually gets a decent role and you’re sitting there edging because the corruption didn’t spike enough yet.

The lewd content hits a ridiculous amount of kinks, but in a way that kind of sneaks up on you. At the start it’s very “innocent”: a bit of voyeurism on the security cam, she masturbates in the shower while talking about her dreams, you “help” her with lines and it ends in a messy handjob under the desk. Then you figure out how the management vibe works, and the numbers get higher, and suddenly a blowjob gig in a cheap music video leads to a full group sex shoot with anal and a creamy finish on her face that, if you played your cards right, leads to her actually thanking you for it. It’s fucked up and strangely sweet at the same time. The corruption fetish is heavy, but they wrap it in humor and this dumb almost-romance, so you’re watching her go from “I can’t show my tits on camera” to “if you spank me hard enough I might nail this role” and you kinda hate yourself for enjoying the arc. One time I got her knocked up during what was supposed to be a simple “audition couch” scene, failed a roll to cover it up, and the game just rolled with it like “well, now you’re managing a pregnant milf career too, good luck.” It was ugly, messy, hot, all of that together.

What surprised me the most is how much it tries to be an actual tabletop thing, not just a clicker with porn. You’re juggling schedules, watching her stats like some horny Football Manager, pushing her toward either “America’s sweetheart” or “legendary pornstar who laughs while taking a footjob-and-oral combo on a talk show couch.” Some runs I went full scumbag and pushed every voyeur scene, every exhibition stunt, sending her into lesbian shoots, toy scenes, whatever got the best payout. Other times I tried to keep her somewhat pure and it still found ways to drag us right back into filthy territory. The animated bits are nice enough, nothing crazy, but the context makes them way hotter than they should be. There’s a blowjob scene in a car where she’s trying to read her script while gagging on you that honestly felt like a shitpost someone turned into a full event, and I mean that as a compliment. And then sometimes the pacing just dies, like eating a pizza where all the topping clustered in one slice and the rest is just dough. You pull three boring event cards in a row after a wild anal shoot and just stare at your screen wondering where the chaos went. But you click again, and the game throws a casting couch creampie or some weird “public interview with no panties” twist at you, and it’s like the dice are laughing. It’s not smooth, it’s not kind, it’s not classy, but it absolutely knows what it is: a sleazy board game about slowly twisting a hopeful girl into exactly the kind of pornstar Hollywood would pretend to hate while jerking off to her.

Time in this one feels fucked. Not in the usual "medieval fantasy calendar" way, more like the world already went to shit and nobody told the girls their morals are outdated. You drop into a Witcher-flavored fantasy mess as a guy who clearly should not have this much power over people, especially not over women like Yennefer, Triss, and Ciri. They show up here not as heroic sorceresses or tragic princess, but as very breakable, very breedable, very much not safe from you. First thing you notice when you open it in Chrome or Firefox is how the characters look like someone took their original game models, cranked the tits and ass sliders past "lore friendly," and just left them like that. Yennefer walks in with this huge ass that makes zero sense in that corset, Triss is basically boob physics with freckles, and Ciri looks like she tried to fix time but accidentally buffed her hips instead. It feels wrong. It feels good. Sometimes in the same click.

The actual "game" side is you poking at their heads until they stop saying no. You move from simple choices like teasing them, asking soft things, lying like a bastard, to straight up breaking whatever honor code they still have. One branch I had Triss pretending to be all innocent, all "this is not proper" while she already had my cock inside her and I had the option to pull out or paint her womb. I obviously filled her, and the next scene she acts shocked, but her body language is already addicted, like she is offended you didn’t cum in her twice. Then you jump to a different run and, if you push too hard early, she just shuts down, calls you a monster and you lose that path. That part actually annoyed me because I had to reload three times, and the quicksave icon is tiny and ugly and I hate it, and now I’m talking about the icon and not the fact I spent ten minutes trying to make Ciri beg for creampie. Anyway. Sometimes the scenes are full-on rough, interracial cock stretching them open, sometimes it is slower, with you whispering corruption into their ears while they ride you, tits bouncing, begging to be filled so they can "carry your legacy" or some shit. It swings between porn brain and dark fantasy pretty fast. One moment you’re stroking Yennefer’s white-knuckle grip on the sheets while she arches with your cum leaking out, next moment you’re in a weird lore dump about destiny and childbearing, and you kinda skim it because honestly you just want to see if the next choice finally turns them into your loyal, cum-drunk broodmare. Then you remember you missed one small dialogue option two clicks ago and now a whole route is gone, which is stupid, but also made me replay it immediately.

What really stuck with me was how the game slowly rewires the women’s personalities if you play patient. Triss starting as this sweet, caring redhead and ending up kneeling, mouth open, waiting for you to decide if she gets a facial or if you’re stuffing her back full again so she "doesn’t waste a drop." Ciri, the white-haired princess of destiny, blushing and still trying to sound tough while your cock is buried deep in her, her voice shaking when the game gives you the option to breed her like a common village slut. And Yennefer, proud as always, trying to pretend she is above all this while her huge tits bounce in your lap, and the only choice is how cruel you talk to her when you cum inside and watch it spill. Sometimes the scenes repeat a bit too much, like the same moan with slightly different text, and yeah, a few lines feel like they were run through Google Translate twice. But maybe that made it feel more raw to me, like those old fan-made CYOA threads people posted on forums, where nobody was paid and everyone was horny. It is messy, not always fair, the fantasy is loud, your control over them is fucked up, and by the time they all love the taste of your seed and crave your children, you kinda forget where the "right" choice even was.

You’re not some heroic space marine here, you’re basically HR for a mega-porn company in the near future, and your “job interview” is to talk girls into uploading their whole mind into a permanent fucktoy version of themselves. The tech in the story can rip every memory, every kink, every dirty daydream, put it in a digital body that never ages and never says “I’m tired”, and you’re the guy holding the clipboard asking if they’re sure. On paper it sounds kind of clinical, but the way it plays out is pure horny brain rot. You’re clicking through questions, trying to read their reactions, and the girls react to you with these thirsty little voiced gasps or annoyed sighs when you push too hard. It feels less like a menu and more like you’re poking at a real person who really doesn’t want to admit how much she loves getting her ass grabbed in public or how often she cheated on her last guy. The AI images sell it more than I expected: one second she’s this classy milf in a business suit with a big ass barely fitting in the chair, next second the pose shifts, jacket open, tits out, eyes a little more “fuck it, upload me and use me”. It’s not subtle.

What got me was how much the game leans on teasing. You don’t just click “corrupt” and boom, she’s a cumdump. You start with pretty normal interview stuff, then you notice certain answers open up nastier branches. Ask her about her last relationship and suddenly you have a quiet little option like “press on cheating” and if you hit that, she starts fidgeting, looking away, voice getting shaky while the CG changes and her cleavage is more exposed for no real reason. And of course you hit “keep pressing”, because why not, and she ends up confessing that yeah, she was fucking her boss in the back room while her boyfriend was texting her. You can go honest and “supportive”, or you can nudge her into basically admitting she liked being a secret slut. The game tracks that stuff, so after a few replays you start chasing specific outcomes: like, what if I always pretend to “understand” her, but also encourage her worst ideas, can I get her to sign herself away as a willing sex AI? Or what if I’m a dick and call out all her lies, does she snap or does she break and beg you to upload her so she doesn’t have to feel guilty again? There’s no combat, no walking around, just a lot of reading and clicking, but the voiced reactions and animations kick in at the right time, like when a prim sci-fi lab setting suddenly feels like a casting couch and she gives that half-choked moan after a risky question. Pornhub could never.

I started memorizing some of the lines without meaning to. There’s this one milf who keeps insisting she’s “doing it for stability” and every route you push, it becomes more obvious she’s just horny and wants to live forever in a body with insane tits and a perfect ass. She does this tiny laugh when you point out contradictions in her story, like “you’re very observant, aren’t you?” and the tone flips from irritated to turned on. The corruption is more in her mind than the visuals at first, and that honestly hits harder than just slapping another nude pose. By the fourth run, you know which answer will bring out her dirtiest secret questions, like the hidden menu of “deep” stuff they won’t ask on the first casual play. I kinda hated that some of the spicier branches are locked behind earlier choices, because it means you’re replaying the same tame lines again before you see the truly fucked up confessions, but whatever, that’s also why I ended up knowing the lines by heart. I had a weird moment where I was alt-tabbing between this, Telegram, and a work Slack window, trying to keep a straight face while the on-screen girl is telling me she wants her uploaded self to remember exactly how her step-boss used her mouth in the office. The whole sci-fi angle is cool, but after a while you completely forget about “ethics of digitizing consciousness” and it turns into “how far can I push this woman until she signs away her humanity for eternal, scripted orgasms”. If you want to squeeze every filthy question out of it, lean hard into replay, don’t be afraid to act like the nicest guy in one run and a manipulative bastard in the next. The game absolutely notices, and the girls stop sounding like generic porn bots and more like real women who are one bad decision away from becoming your private, obedient upload.

Tainted Philter feels like that weird erotic light novel you found on some shady forum, except now you get to poke at all the choices yourself. You start as this painfully shy dude, the kind who apologizes to the doorframe when he bumps into it, dumped alone in a new city because life basically kicked him in the balls and walked away. No family, no friends, zero cash, just a suspiciously free room and a new school where everyone already seems to know where they belong. The game doesn’t rush to throw tits in your face in the first two clicks, and I actually liked that a lot. You wander through classes, see little bits of the campus, eavesdrop on people who are way more confident than you, and it really sells the vibe of being the awkward ghost in the back of the room. Then this otherworldly woman appears, not in the "lol sexy fairy godmother" cheap way, but more like a researcher who got bored of theory and decided to use your dick as a field experiment. She basically tells you: magic is real, corruption is data, and you are going to be her walking lab rat with a backpack full of potions. And you say yes. Of course you say yes.

The corruption part is where it got interesting for me. It is not just “press button, girl suddenly becomes brainless cock sleeve”. You get a variety of potions and little magical tweaks, and the fun is in how you combine them with the school setting. For example, slipping a subtle confidence philter on yourself before talking to a teacher changes the whole vibe of the scene, and later you can use something more twisted on her when she starts to trust you. It’s dirty, but there’s this slow burn that makes each step darker. The girls don’t just flip from normal to slut; they slide into it, one bad choice at a time, and you are the asshole guiding it. There’s a scene where you realize one of them is starting to crave your attention way more than is healthy, and instead of helping her you just think which potion will push her over that line. That moment hit harder than the actually explicit stuff for me. Also I love how the main guy starts as this harmless loser, then slowly leans into the power trip. You feel his inner voice changing, his “I shouldn’t do this” slowly becoming “I deserve this”, and it’s kind of fucked up but also hot. And then, on top of that, the game lets you find out that the mysterious woman screwed up and gave you a few extra tricks she doesn’t know about, so now you’re hiding things from a magical woman who could probably snap you out of existence if she finds out. That bit of secret power behind her back, and planning which girl to twist next while pretending you’re still the obedient test subject, made the whole thing feel more like a long erotic conspiracy than just a sex game. The world feels like it’s there even when you’re not clicking through sex scenes, which is rare. The sex is dirty as hell, yeah, but what kept me hooked was how every potion you use leaves a little stain on someone’s soul, including your own.

This one feels like some horny fever dream of a history nerd who got lost in Tokyo with way too much confidence and not enough shame. You play this cocky Italian guy, fresh out of Rome, wandering into Japan like it’s his personal hunting ground. He’s not rich, not famous, not a gigachad, just this smooth-talking gaijin with a serious thing for older Japanese women who look like they stepped out of a soap opera and into Pornhub. The vibe is simple: you land in this new city, you start meeting ladies that are way too hot for how clueless you actually are, and then you somehow talk them into letting you into their beds, their lives, and usually their problems. It’s less “nice romance” and more “how far can I push this without getting slapped or divorced on the spot.”

What really got me weirdly hooked was how dirty the whole seduction thing feels, but in a fun way. Not just “oh hey we flirt and fuck,” but slow poisoning. At first, you’re just this foreign curiosity, they giggle at your accent, they call you “so bold,” they act shy while their tits are basically screaming from under those tight tops. Then a few scenes later, the same “respectful” wife is pressing her huge boobs against you in a tiny apartment, whispering that her husband can’t satisfy her anymore while she grinds on your thigh. The game loves that border between “I shouldn’t” and “fuck it, I deserve this,” and it stays there a lot. One moment you’re having tea in a cute Japanese house, being polite, and the next you’re railing a mature, married woman on the couch she bought with her husband’s money, her wedding ring still on, nails in your back, begging you not to stop. It feels wrong. It feels hot. It feels like someone took every “forbidden MILF in Japan” fantasy that usually lasts 10 minutes in a browser tab and stretched it into this longer, messy, horny journey where you keep choosing to be a worse person, just because it turns you on.

What surprised me is how much the game leans into that Roman thing, like your blood is making you a natural conqueror, but instead of countries you’re conquering lonely wives with monster boobs. It sounds cringe at first, and yeah sometimes it is, but other times it really fits. There’s something kind of wild about seeing this foreign dude walk through Japanese streets thinking not about temples or culture, but about which married woman is going to fall next. The corruption is not instant; you see them hesitate, try to stay loyal, talk about duty, about their kids, their boring sex life, their strict rules, then you come in with compliments, with hands on their legs, with slow kisses on their neck while they pretend to resist. You feel that shift when they finally stop pretending. When the MILF who kept calling you “just a friend from overseas” suddenly locks the door, kneels in front of you, and takes your cock all the way in, drool on her chin, eyes watering, like she’s been starving for years. That’s the flavor here: foreign guy, big ego, big cock, big tits in tight clothes, small apartments, low lights, and a lot of cheating that starts with shy glances and ends with sweaty bodies and broken promises. The story is unpolished, some lines sound a bit awkward, sometimes it feels clunky, but honestly that kind of matches the main character. He’s not smooth like in Hollywood stuff, he’s a bit rough, a little inappropriate, kind of full of himself, and the game just leans into that and lets you drag these Japanese MILFs down with you, one by one, until you’re basically the secret dirty legend of the neighborhood and no one knows it except the women moaning your name behind closed doors.