You land in this weird mix of Hogwarts, porn hub search history and some shady medical drama. Whole place is this high-class magic academy where everyone pretends they care about lessons, but you’re basically the only one doing real “practical work”. There’s a virus going around, and somehow the cure looks a lot like you touching hot witches in all the wrong places. Totally scientific, of course.

You play as the new doctor, or healer, or whatever title helps them sleep at night. Old one died, which the game just drops on you like “yeah anyway, here’s a stacked redhead with half her robe open”. Your day is walking around the school, taking “patients” to your office, massaging them, checking their body for “symptoms”, lifting skirts to see if some strange mark spread to their thighs, then pretending you’re very serious about it. It starts tame, like rubbing shoulders and back, and suddenly you’re pulling the robe down, oil on tits, the girl moaning that it tingles because of magic. Sure. Magic.

They really go ham on the academy vibe. Long hallways, class rooms, training yards, secret passages. You stalk around as the only sane person while horny witches bend over bookshelves or stretch in poses no teacher would allow in a normal school. There’s this one scene where a girl says she’s scared of the virus and wants a “full body check”, and she just walks to the window, opens her robe, lets the moon hit her skin and tells you to touch everywhere. You can just stand there and stare like a creep for a bit, camera sliding around her body, and nothing forces you to hurry. That voyeur stuff is strong here. I kinda hated how slow the walking is, by the way. You drag your ass across the corridors like your shoes are made of glue and then forget where you were going.

What surprised me is how much they lean into training and management on top of all the erotic stuff. You don’t only fuck around, you’re also planning schedules, checking who already got the suppressor, upgrading your gear and your magic tricks so you can use more “advanced procedures” in the sessions. Stats go up, resistance goes down. The way you choose dialogs and treatments actually changes how fast girls trust you, which then changes what positions they will accept and how bold they get in public. Like, one girl starts as this shy nerd, tight uniform, always holding her books to her chest, and after a few visits and some risky “let me test a new spell while I rub here” moments, she’s the one pressing her tits against the window during lessons and asking you if getting fucked in the infirmary counts as therapy. Or there’s the cosplay thing, where students pretend to be normal nurses or maids inside a magic academy, which lowkey makes zero sense, but looks hot so who cares. Half the fun is unlocking new outfits just to see them break the school rules in them. You cure a deadly virus by massaging big tits, fingering witches in your office and banging them on your examination table while the world outside apparently falls apart. Honestly, mood.

Emily feels like that messy girl from your campus party chat, the one who swears she’s focused on finals but somehow ends up half dressed on somebody’s couch at least twice a week. The game just leans into that vibe. You’re not some faceless dude watching from the corner, you’re basically the little devil and little angel in her head poking her toward “maybe I should behave” or “fuck it, open your legs and see what happens.” One minute she’s in class pretending to take notes, the next she’s staring at her phone trying to decide if she should let Nick come over for “just Netflix” when you both know he’s going to eat her out on the floor and leave her legs shaking. And it’s not some magic fantasy bullshit either, there’s that very real feeling of, ok, she probably shouldn’t be on her knees for him again, but he knows exactly how to grab her ass, slide his fingers under the waistband, make her forget why she said no in first place.

The sex itself has that clumsy, too-horny-to-think energy that’s honestly way closer to how college actually feels. When Emily drops to her knees and starts sucking dick, it isn’t portrayed like some porn star robot. She teases a little, gets sloppy, pulls back to catch her breath with spit on her chin, looks up with that “do you really want me to stop?” face. Sometimes she takes control and rides a guy’s face, grinding down hard while he’s trying not to suffocate, sometimes she just lets herself be pinned to the mattress and fucked slow until she’s digging her nails into his back. There’s a sixty-nine scene on a dorm bed that looks borderline uncomfortable, her hair all over his stomach, his hand trying to keep her hips still while she’s moaning around his cock. It’s hot as shit but also a bit awkward in that hey, this is too real kind of way. And then out of nowhere she’s half naked in a hallway, trying to sneak back to her room with her shirt inside out, hoping nobody notices how red her cheeks are. Sometimes I wish the game forced her to be a bit worse, honestly, but also it’s kinda fun when she decides to behave and then you regret it five minutes later because you wanted to see her get her panties pushed aside in a stairwell.

What I like most is how the choices feel like you’re always on the edge of turning a normal day into something filthy. You tell her “sure, go out with Claire, just drinks, be good” and suddenly they’re sitting too close, Claire’s hand on Emily’s bare thigh under the table, fingers creeping up, Emily squirming and trying not to spill her drink. You can push her to flash a little too much skin at a party, let some guy’s hand linger on her ass when they pose for a selfie, or hold her back and keep things almost sweet. But then later she’s lying on her bed, horny and frustrated, replaying that moment in her head, one hand under her panties, breathing quick while she imagines what would’ve happened if she’d just said yes. There are scenes where she gets groped in places she really shouldn’t, where she pretends she doesn’t like being watched but her nipples get hard the second she realizes someone might see. The visuals look like actual 3D people instead of plastic dolls, which somehow makes it even dirtier when she’s on all fours, ass in the air, pussy shiny and open, somebody spreading her cheeks like she’s a present. It all feels like you’re watching a horny semester spiral out of control in slow motion, and you’re the bastard quietly nudging it along while pretending you’re helping her make “good decisions.”

Caligula here is basically the dev’s excuse to mash serious historical drama with the kind of porn that would get you banned on half of Reddit and quietly bookmarked on the other half. You’re not exactly “roleplaying an emperor” in an educational way. You’re herding this unhinged little Roman tyrant through court politics, family drama that crosses every possible line, and sex scenes that flip from erotic to straight up messed up in like two clicks. One moment you’re listening to some senator whine about taxes, next moment you’re shoving his daughter against a marble column and taking her virgin pussy while the old man pretends not to look. The game doesn’t try to explain or justify anything. Caligula wants it, he takes it. That’s the whole moral system.

What actually surprised me: some scenes are way more voyeuristic than I expected. There’s this bit where you stand on a balcony, watching two nervous slaves “practice” pleasing you on each other while you jerk off behind a curtain, and when you finally step out, you decide if you just use their mouths, fuck them both in front of the guards, or toss one to your uncle and watch. It plays a lot with forced situations, like making some poor noble girl titfuck you in the bath while her mother pretends she doesn’t know what’s happening three meters away. The corruption angle is strong too. You start with these “respectable” patrician virgins, all polite and terrified, and by the third visit they’re begging to be bent over the same statue they were crying in front of before. The game loves oral scenes where you control the pace, grabbing hair, gagging them, spitting insults. Anal opens up as a kind of reward for breaking their will, and there is one incest route with a certain relative that actually made me alt tab for a second and just stare at my desktop like “okay, we really doing this, huh.” Then I went back. Of course I did.

Erotically, it hits a nasty, decadent vibe that fits Rome too well, maybe too well. There is a lot of male domination, barely any space to play soft or gentle, so if you want wholesome romance you’re in the wrong circus. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are everywhere, to the point it gets funny. At one feast you can make a girl masturbate herself with a wine jug in the middle of the hall while courtiers pretend to keep talking politics, and you choose whether you finish by painting her face or fucking her raw on the table while everyone carefully looks at the ceiling. The AI CG with real model faces is where I start to feel weird. Some of them look straight like Instagram girls I might have scrolled past on Reels, now photoshopped into antique costumes and used in these heavy nonconsensual setups. It is hot, I won’t lie, but also feels like that shitty part of porn where apps like FaceApp and Reface started being used for creepy stuff. Ethically, the whole thing leans hard on that “if it’s history, it’s fine” excuse. It’s not fine, it’s just well themed. And the monetization, yeah, that’s another mess: they dangle the most fucked up incest and hardcore anal scenes behind paywalled paths and “premium” routes, basically turning the worst moral choices into DLC temptations. You can smell the “just one more upgrade” logic from mobile gacha games, but stapled onto a story about ***, power and family. It works, in that bad addictive way. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

The first thing that hits you here is not even the sex, it is this weird calm feeling of “oh, this world actually believes its own bullshit.” You are this trans woman professor, not some confused teen, not a porn puppet. You have tenure, students who don’t secretly hate you, a boyfriend who tries, and a society that spent decades messing with gender roles until nobody remembers where the old rules even started. Masculinity, femininity, whatever, everyone is remixing the same pieces. But of course, the game looks at all that and goes: ok, now how do we make it horny and slightly wrong in the head.

It starts like a slice of life college story. Lectures, staff meetings, coffee in shitty reusable cups, talking to coworkers who gossip more than your students. You answer some choices, tease people a bit, or stay “professional” if you want. Then slowly the mask slips. The femboy TA who keeps showing up in tighter clothes each week, the girl student who looks at you with that mix of curiosity and jealousy, the other trans characters who make you feel seen and also turn you on way too much for something labeled as “academic environment.” The writing leans hard into the idea that your MC is usually the one on top, both in conversation and in bed. Sex scenes feel like negotiations of power: a hand on a throat, a soft word, that tiny choice of “push it further” or “let them breathe” that suddenly flips the whole mood. One moment you are helping a shy femboy with his “research project,” the next you have him folded over your office desk, your nails digging into his hips while he tries not to moan loud enough for the corridor. The game is obsessed with body transitions and growth too: bigger boobs, thicker ass, that slow visual and textual change that sneaks up on you. You notice a new curve in a CG, a new line of dialogue like “those pants didn’t fit you last week,” and it feels less like a stat change and more like corruption mixed with self-love. Sometimes it is sweet, sometimes it is clinical, sometimes it is straight up fetishy. There is pixel stuff and slick CG hentai living next to each other, like the dev could not decide which aesthetic to commit to and just said fuck it, all of them. It should feel messy but somehow that chaos gives the sex more texture. One scene may be a simple blowjob in a quiet dorm room, lips shiny, your MC guiding the pace, the next is a mystical, almost horror-style encounter with something not completely human that still wants to get railed. The supernatural pieces drop in casually, like, “oh yeah, also there might be a demon girl in your department.”

The tone walks on this line between parody and “too real.” Characters say ridiculous gender-theory jokes, do cosplay, talk about Persona like they misremember which entry had which waifu, but in the same breath they admit stuff like “I like being used, but only when I choose who uses me.” You get corruption arcs without cheap cruelty, group scenes that feel chaotic and hot instead of just checking boxes, voyeur moments where you catch two students experimenting and quietly decide if you interrupt or just touch yourself in the shadows. The game takes its time, it is a slow burn, lots of teasing, edging, masturbation scenes where your MC is scrolling through some cursed porn on her phone, like she has a Pornhub account full of weird tags and she is tired of pretending she doesn’t. There is a whole school setting underneath the smut that almost feels wasted, like the dev could write a normal visual novel but chose futa sex toys and blackmail scenarios instead, thank god. Some routes let you play psychological games with people, pushing them a bit past their comfort, then pulling back so nobody can call it non-consensual. You get sleep sex hints, exhibitionism in quiet hallways, stockings and heels on polished floors, that sick thrill of being respected by day and absolutely filthy at night. Someone will complain that the MC is too confident, too often in control, but that is kind of the point: this isn’t a tragic trans story begging for sympathy. This is a horny professor who knows what she wants, who will fuck femboys, women, and other trans bodies like she is writing her own twisted gender thesis, one creampie at a time, and the world around her just tries to keep up.

Beachfront Nightmares feels like someone took a horny Halloween party, spiked it with bad decisions, then forgot to put in a safety exit. You start with Crystal, Dana, Elena and Finn just messing around, all drunk confidence and slutty costumes, and the game really leans into that cocky, trashy bar energy. Bodies pressed too close at the counter, that kind of fake innocent flirting where everyone already knows somebody’s getting fucked later. Crystal, as trans futa lead, is the one your eyes keep going back to, because the camera loves her curves way too much. Thick tits, stupidly good ass, everything framed like the person behind the camera is just as horny as us. At first it feels like a regular “hot people hook up after drinks” thing, with teasing about who’s going to top who, light humiliation jokes, a few too-long stares at someone’s bulge when they bend over to grab another bottle.

Then they decide to keep the party going at this abandoned house on the edge of town. Of course they do. It is that drunk logic where “this is a terrible idea” makes it even more sexy. On the walk over, the talk gets filthier, more open. You get Crystal quietly thinking about how it would feel to pin someone against a dusty wall and slide inside them, while Dana keeps pushing her, calling her a perv, making fun of her for being so obviously turned on. The humiliation hits soft first, like teasing, then bites harder. She blushes when they pull her pants halfway down “just to check” what she is packing, then leave them like that as they go deeper into the house. That stupid little detail, her half-dressed, half-exposed, makes the whole exhibitionist side feel more real than the usual porn logic. It is one of those scenes where you feel second-hand embarrassment and still don’t want them to stop. I hated that, and I loved it.

Inside the house, everything switches tone so fast it feels like a slap. There is still sex, there is still anal and groping and someone getting on all fours on a dirty floor, but suddenly the way the camera lingers on Crystal’s big ass while doors start closing on their own becomes uncomfortable. You get these moments where she is getting degraded, forced to “perform” while not sure who is watching anymore. Is it just her friends bullying her because they know she will get wet from shame, or something else in the dark that wants to see her humiliated and spread open. The 3D models actually help here, because the faces go from horny smug to “oh shit” in a blink. Crystal trying to joke back while her voice cracks is probably my favorite bit. Or I hate it. I am not sure. It feels too real sometimes, like someone actually used those horror movie rules: take the horny one, break her first. One second she is getting her ass slapped while being held against a cracked window, tits pressed on the cold glass, the next the reflection in that same glass does not match what is behind her. Nothing huge, just a delayed movement, but yeah, it fucked with me more than the usual jump scare.

Anyway, this thing calls itself a kinetic visual novel so you are just along for the ride. No choices, no escape, which strangely fits the whole trap vibe. It is like watching a party recap video that slowly turns into CCTV footage. I named it “Best Use of Public Shame In A Haunted House” in my head, because the way it mixes exhibitionism and horror makes you feel guilty for being turned on. And then keeps pushing, like the game knows you stayed to watch Crystal get used even when she starts looking genuinely scared. There is one shot of her, cum on her lips, mascara running, staring straight at you while the others laugh in the background, and I still cannot decide if that was the hottest part or the moment I realized I might be the real monster here.

Incels losing their shit at the world and deciding to take it out on every hot woman in reach is already a bit too close to real life, but here it’s like someone turned that feeling into a porn comic and then forgot to be polite. The whole thing has this ugly, bitter male energy, and in a weird way that’s exactly why it works. From the first scene you can feel that “I got nothing to lose, so I’ll ruin you” vibe in how they talk to the women. No soft talk, no romance, just straight up humiliation and control. As a lingerie designer, I was literally pausing scenes to zoom in on how the MILF’s bra sits when they grab her by the strap, or how the panties stretch when he forces her to bend over. The outfits are not stylish at all most of the time, just tight tops, cheap skirts, boring underwear, but that actually matches the trashy energy. One mom character has this slightly dated push-up bra with lace that doesn’t even match her panties and I swear that tiny detail made the whole blackmail scene hotter, because she feels like a real woman caught in a fucked-up situation, not a porn goddess with perfect styling. Then he makes her kneel on the dirty floor, pushes her head down, and you can see the bra cup cutting a little into her skin while she’s choking on his cock. Absolutely not elegant. Absolutely working.

The game is basically one long chain of “how far can he push her before she breaks” moments. Public stuff hits pretty hard: he corners a woman somewhere she thought was safe, waves whatever dirt he has on her, and suddenly she’s pressed against a window with people maybe seeing her, fighting not to moan while he fingers her ass. You get those animated loops where her face goes from angry to shocked to full ahegao, tongue out, drool, mascara running, and her boobs pressed against the glass. Her skirt riding up and him not even bothering to take off her panties, just pulling them to the side and shoving into her, is so specific I had to pause and think how I’d recreate that in a bodysuit for a runway show. There’s a scene with a MILF in a tight pencil skirt, blouse half open, bra a size too small, where he makes her strip slowly while insulting her age. He keeps calling her a slut, a whore, mocking her for being wet even when she begs him not to record. Then anal, obviously, and he keeps her in that position way too long while talking about how no one will believe her, and she ends up with this crazy ahegao face, makeup ruined, ass spread, tits bouncing, moaning his name like she actually likes it. I hated it and still replayed that scene three times. That’s kinda the whole experience: trashy, mean, degrading, strangely hot, sometimes clumsy, with just enough detail in the clothes and body language to make it feel uncomfortably real.

Nude photoshoot sounds simple, right? Lights, camera, some shy model pretending she’s not cold. This thing takes that idea and twists it until it feels almost too close, like you accidentally opened the wrong folder and kept watching anyway. You’re not the mighty porn director with cigar and sunglasses. You kinda stumble into the role, and suddenly there’s this older woman in front of you, curves for days, tits that don’t even try to hide under the thin robe, and everyone expects you to stay “professional”. Sure. Professional. While you’re trying not to stare at the way her ass fills the stool when she sits and crosses her legs too slow on purpose.

The game sells itself at first like some classy art project. Soft talking about lighting, posture, angles. You click through a few calm lines, adjust maybe a lamp here, a pose there, and it feels tame. Nearly boring. Then you notice something: the way the text lingers when she leans in too close, when your hand has to touch her hip “just to help her balance”, when your instructions become a little more intimate than “raise your chin”. It sneaks up. One dialogue branch, she acts like a sweet pro, all trust and almost innocent smiles. Choose a slightly more daring angle and suddenly she’s teasing you about where you’re looking, about how long your hand stays on her lower back. The shift from polite to hungry happens in small steps, like unhooking a bra one clasp at a time. You blink and she’s topless, pretending it’s all in the name of art, but her nipples are hard and it’s not because of the studio temperature.

There’s this weird puzzle layer threaded into everything, and I kinda loved it and hated it at same time. Not “move the blocks” puzzle. More like sexual chess with bad lighting. You’re picking poses, angles, camera positions, trying to match what the client wants and what she secretly wants and what you want to get away with. Get too greedy too fast and she shuts it down, acting offended, pulling the robe tight and reminding you who’s paying. Take it slow, push her with little nudges, encourage her to show just a bit more ass, a bit more underboob, and she starts playing along, testing how far this “artistic trust” can stretch. One moment she’s a professional milf model talking about past gigs; next moment she’s bending over the chair in a pose that has nothing to do with realism and everything to do with giving you a perfect view between her thighs. And even then, the game keeps asking: do you touch? Do you hold back? Do you grope her under the excuse of helping her “relax those muscles”, fingers sinking into that soft flesh, or do you pretend your cock isn’t straining and just keep clicking?

What hit me hardest was how much the teasing never really stops. When she strips, it’s not instant strip-club nonsense. She loosens the knot on her robe and lets it slide just enough to show sideboob, then pretends she doesn’t notice your silence. She pulls the fabric down her shoulders, and it catches on one nipple, like the game is trolling you on purpose. She looks over her shoulder, asking if it’s “too much for the photos” while clearly loving your hesitation. There are scenes where you’re adjusting her hair or helping with some prop and her tits are basically in your face, and the game forces you into that deliciously awkward middle point: this is technically your job, but also you really, really want to press your mouth to that soft skin. My favorite moment was so dumb: she’s posing in this tight turn, ass pushed back, and the text quietly notes how her panties ride low, just a hint of crack and the curve of her cheeks. It felt more erotic than full frontal, because you know you can ask her to remove them, but you risk losing that sweet tension that’s been building like a storm.

And no, it’s not all smooth. Sometimes the pacing hits like a weird buffet, where you get dessert in the middle and then soup after. A long, serious talk about trust, about boundaries, about her past bad experiences, and then two clicks later you’re practically cupping her tits to “check if the pose looks natural”. It almost feels wrong, and that’s exactly why it works. The game keeps you bouncing between feeling like a decent guy and a horny asshole, and sometimes you are both in the same choice. I caught myself second-guessing every option: is this where I push her to try full nude, or is this where I just keep the camera up and enjoy watching her tease me with half-poses? Not gonna spoil the little secrets tucked in there, the alternative shots, the hidden reactions when you focus on her face instead of her body, or the way she reacts if you’re too fixated on her ass. Let’s just say it rewards curiosity in ways that feel filthy and oddly intimate at the same time. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Lydia is that type of girl you instantly read as “top of her class, zero clue how people fuck.” Fresh in New York, shiny college ID, all that pressure from school still stuck in her spine, and suddenly people around her are horny, drunk, flirty, or just flat out predators in nice clothes. The game really leans into that contrast. One moment she’s worrying about passing some boring intro class, next moment she’s on a rooftop party in a tiny skirt that she swears “isn’t that short” while half the campus is looking at her legs. You’re the invisible devil and angel on her shoulder at the same time, poking her toward romance or just pure messy corruption. I liked one scene where she’s in a dorm corridor at night, too shy to walk past a group of half-naked girls joking about who they’d lick first. If you push her to stay, the conversation slowly drags her in, and you can basically watch her brain melting while she tries to act like she’s not staring at their tits. It feels awkward in a good way, like real first time gay panic, not porn-star confident. Then five minutes later you’re throwing her into a very different situation with a very confident “girl” who has a surprise between her legs and acts like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

The nice thing is how the tone keeps sliding around. You can play Lydia as this sweet, nervous romantic who actually wants proper dates, kisses, blushes, cuddles, soft lesbian stuff on a couch while Netflix is just noise in the background. Then, with a couple of wrong taps, she’s suddenly agreeing to wear something see-through under her coat and “forget” to close it when she crosses the crowded campus courtyard. That first time she really shows skin in public, the game slows down just enough on the faces around her, that mix of shock, lust, jealousy, and you can almost hear her heartbeat even if there is barely any sound there. And yeah, sometimes the BDSM bits feel more like someone experimenting with tags than full scenes, but weirdly, that fits the vibe of her figuring herself out. One route I went into, she ends up on her knees in front of a girl who never raises her voice, just gives orders like it’s homework, and Lydia follows them because she wants that structure. Another path she’s just forming a normal campus romance, super soft, very vanilla, holding hands in public and she’s still nervous that someone sees. The game keeps flipping between “wholesome college story” and “oh shit, how did she end up naked in that place” without warning. It’s messy, horny, sometimes too on-the-nose, but it really sells that feeling of an 18-year-old realizing the world is a lot more perverted and a lot more tempting than any textbook admitted.

CineRush feels like that shitty little local cinema every town has, where the carpet smells like sugar and old cum and the staff all want to fuck each other, but nobody says it out loud. You’re this guy stuck in the middle of four girls who basically grew up here, and the game loves to throw you into slow, heated moments instead of instant porn spam. One second you click to check tickets, next second Becky is leaning a bit too close, shirt stretched just enough, asking if you’re free after the late show. The flirting starts soft, very “normal”, and then someone suggests “closing up a bit early” and suddenly the empty screen isn’t just for movies anymore. I liked that it takes its time with teasing. I also hated it, because sometimes I just wanted tits on screen in two clicks and the game went “no, talk to her first”.

You spend a lot of time drifting around the cinema like a horny ghost. Point and click through the lobby, projection room, toilets, back corridors, snack bar. Every spot has its own little thing eventually. The best are the shifts where the place is almost empty, you screw around with the schedule, trigger some event, and boom, Chloe “accidentally” forgets to lock a door while she’s changing out of the uniform. There’s a whole vibe of exhibitionism but not in a super in-your-face way. Curtains not fully closed, a dark corner in the back row, a security cam in the staff area that maybe somebody is watching, maybe not. Ella is pure trouble here. She treats the whole building like a stage, lifts her skirt in front of the projector light, plays chicken with being seen, strips down while some bland superhero movie is playing to three bored guys, and you’re there deciding if you’re gonna push it or pretend to be responsible. The game acts like it’s about romance, and it kinda is, but then Ella flashes her tits in the lobby when some customer walks past and that romance falls on its ass for a bit.

What I really like, as someone who actually messes with CG art and AI junk myself, is how the scenes feel like messy screenshots from a night that got out of hand, not super polished sterile stuff. Girls’ uniforms ride up, hair is a bit off, angle is weird sometimes, but it makes the exhibition stuff hotter. You get this sandbox feeling where you’re juggling Becky trying to stay the “good girl” girlfriend, Lily pretending to be all professional while clearly wanting you alone in the projection booth, Chloe patching up drama then flirting like it never happened, and Ella just making everything worse and better at the same time. One moment you’re quietly holding hands in an empty theater during credits, kind of sweet, and in the same save thirty in-game minutes later you’ve got a girl half naked in the back row, legs open, whispering if anyone can see you. The pacing goes all over the place. Sometimes you wander between rooms clicking like an idiot, sometimes one choice snowballs into a full-on stripping scene in front of the screen while the trailer music pounds through the speakers. And yeah, a couple of routes feel like they need more content, or at least a clearer trigger, but then you get a scene where Lily closes the door behind you, locks it with this tiny “click”, and slowly unbuttons her shirt like she’s still at work and totally not about to do something filthy at her job, and you forget what you were going to complain about.