The character models look like they were carved out of expired butter. That's not an insult, actually. There's something about the waxy, almost melting quality of the faces that makes the whole thing feel like a fever dream you'd have after watching too much late night public access TV. And that's exactly where this game lives. Billy dies. Right at the start. Just gone. His pals are walking back from the funeral, still in their cheap suits, when they spot Billy's girlfriend standing on a corner looking lost and way too dressed up for a burial.

The educational show format kicks in hard here. One of the pals, who apparently moonlights as a sex ed instructor with zero credentials, starts explaining what prostitution is while the camera zooms in on everyone's dead eyed expressions. The voice acting sounds like it was recorded in a bathroom, which somehow makes the whole "your dad pimped you out" revelation hit even weirder. The game doesn't ease you into anything. One minute you're mourning Billy, the next you're getting a tutorial on blowjob economics delivered with the enthusiasm of a DMV employee.

The sex scenes have this rough, almost confrontational quality. No soft focus, no romantic lighting. Just bodies colliding with the grace of furniture being moved. The toys segment comes out of nowhere and honestly I'm still not sure if it was supposed to be educational or just... there. The whole thing feels like someone animated their intrusive thoughts and called it a game. I keep thinking about Billy though. Nobody really mourns him properly. His girlfriend's trauma gets turned into a teachable moment and then the game just moves on to the next position like nothing happened. The sound design during the hard scenes is just wet slapping noises that loop slightly off beat. It's distracting in a way that circles back around to hypnotic if you're sleep deprived enough.