Zombie world, everything fucked, and instead of saving the planet you mostly end up staring at your own family’s asses. That’s pretty much the basic vibe here, and if that sentence already makes you twitch a bit, good, you’re the target. Story starts simple: world collapsed, infected everywhere, and this weirdly lucky family is immune. You play the son, stuck in some half-broken shelter, looking at your mom’s tits bounce while she tries to be “serious leader of the group” in a tank top that clearly lost the war a long time ago. The game pretends it’s about survival, but it’s actually about how many ways you can slowly push everyone around you from normal to horny to “ok fine, fuck me already.” And the way it does it is not subtle. You click around like a standard point and click, scavenging for food, water, bullets, and then suddenly you’re “accidentally” walking in when your sister is masturbating on a dirty couch, all sweaty from “nightmares.” Sure. Nightmares.

What I liked is that the corruption doesn’t just flip on instantly. You start with completely tame stuff, like catching mom changing her bra in the bathroom, or waking up at night and seeing your aunt walking around half naked because “it’s too hot” in the bunker. You can choose to act like a decent dude or you can linger, watch, grope when the scene allows. The game makes you feel like a creepy bastard, but it also kind of pushes you into it with all the teasing. There’s this one moment where you’re supposed to check the perimeter for zombies and instead you’re spying through a cracked door while two of the women shower together to save water. It goes from “we’re just washing each other’s backs” to one going down between the other’s legs, licking her like they forgot the world outside is literally dying, and you’re stuck there, zoomed in, clicking to catch every angle. The weird part is that you do actually need resources, so you keep going out, looting ruined houses, fighting off infected, and then coming back to use whatever you found as bargaining chips to push boundaries. New sex toys show up, you trade safety for favors, offer booze for private “thank you” scenes, and every little thing you do can tilt them further into being okay with getting undressed in front of you, then touching, then sucking, then full-on group sex on some filthy mattress like it’s a family camping trip gone very, very wrong.

The horror angle is there, but half the time it feels more like the horror is that everyone’s moral line keeps slipping. One evening you get a power generator running, and instead of using it for something reasonable, you load up some old real porn files you scavenged from a dead guy’s laptop. Suddenly you’re watching porn with your own mom and sister “to keep spirits up,” and they pretend to be uncomfortable, but their legs shift, they breathe deeper, you see nipples poking through thin shirts. Later on, they copy what they saw, badly at first, awkward blowjobs and clumsy grinding that feels way too real, then they get bolder. There’s a scene where they “reward” you for keeping them safe, and the camera just sits there, low, right behind mom’s ridiculous ass while she rides you, while another girl sits on your face, and in the background you can still hear zombies groaning outside, like some fucked up laugh track. I liked that the game lets you choose how much of an asshole you become, but at the same time it doesn’t, because the best scenes are locked behind you being manipulative as hell. Incest is not a side thing here, it’s the main meal, with voyeurism and exhibition tossed on top. Sometimes it tries to be emotionally deep, with them crying about the old world or losing friends, and the next screen you’re pushing a vibrator inside your “innocent” relative because she can’t sleep. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s surprisingly tense, and you will absolutely tell yourself you’re playing it for the survival mechanics. You’re not.

Arthur’s story usually gets told like some school textbook: round table, shiny armor, everybody noble and horny only in their hearts. This game looks at that same legend, then grabs it by the balls and asks, “ok but what if everyone here is a fucking mess?” You’re not roleplaying some shy dude in the corner. You’re Arthur himself, big crown, big sword, and even bigger ego, trying to keep a kingdom together while your perfect fairytale queen is slowly getting addicted to someone else’s cock. The “adventure” part isn’t about walking on world map or grinding slimes. It’s watching the whole Camelot fantasy rot from the inside, scene by scene, kiss by kiss, creampie by creampie, like a corrupted bedtime story someone rewrote after three drinks and zero shame.

Guinevere starts out all soft and holy, the classic big tit queen with the kind smile, and the game really takes its sweet time turning that halo into a collar. There’s this early moment where she’s standing in the courtyard, sunlight on her hair, dress hugging her big ass just enough to make you stare, and Arthur reaches from behind to grope her. Very romantic, right? Except the art lingers just a little longer on her blank look. Not disgusted, not happy. Just… empty. Two scenes later Lancelot is pressing her against a stone wall, hand over her mouth, whispering garbage about “protecting” her while his fingers slide under that same dress. The kissing there feels dirtier than half the full sex scenes. She resists, obviously, because she’s “loyal”, but then his hand is cupping her tits through the fabric and you see the nipple poking. The script doesn’t scream about it, but the CG does all the talking. It’s hot and awful at same time. I hated it, I loved it, I screenshotted it, I stared at it on my phone in the grocery line like an idiot.

Since it’s a kinetic story you don’t get choices, and that will piss some people off. You just sit and watch Camelot crumble in slow motion while Guinevere gets pulled deeper into Lancelot’s shit. He’s not some romantic hero, he’s a monster with pretty armor. The game treats him like a beast wearing a human face, a kind of monster girl energy but flipped: he devours instead of seducing gently. There’s a scene where Arthur is out showing off on the battlefield, being all dominant king, boot on some poor bastard’s chest, and he’s thinking about how he’ll reward his queen with a long, slow titfuck when he returns. At the exact same time the story cuts to her on her knees blowing Lancelot, tears mixing with spit, her throat bulging as she fights not to gag. No goofy sound effects, no exaggerated faces. Just wet, ugly, hungry cheating. Then the game shoves you right back into Arthur’s head like nothing happened. That cruel editing is honestly smarter than it needs to be for porn. The group scenes hit even harder, with Guinevere pinned in the middle of armored bodies, hands everywhere, one guy lifting her leg high while another rams into her from behind and the third uses her tits like warm toys. She’s moaning, begging, saying it’s wrong while her pussy clenches around them so hard you practically feel the creampie dripping out in the final frame. Sometimes Arthur is the one giving the orders, sometimes he’s the one being humiliated without even noticing, and sometimes you just want to shake him and yell “open your fucking eyes, king.” But he won’t. The tragedy is baked in, and the game never lets you fix it. You just watch, you jerk off, you feel a bit gross, and then you click to the next scene anyway.

Horizon of Passion Remake feels like something I really should not be playing on my work laptop, and yet here I am alt-tabbing between it and Excel like a damn ninja. The setup is pretty simple on paper: guy stuck between a broken home and a “new start” with family drama boiling everywhere, but the game doesn’t stay in sad-boy territory for long. It starts with that quiet feeling, you know, when you move somewhere new and everything smells different and the walls are too clean. Then suddenly your “supportive” role toward mom and sister starts drifting into that slow, wrong kind of closeness. It’s not like some instant porn switch. It creeps. You share a room for a bit, or you overhear moaning in the shower, or you hug a bit too long when she’s crying about dad. That kind of stuff. Then you wake up realizing your hand is already down your pants and the game is basically just nodding like “yeah, that’s where this is going.”

What surprised me is how often I forgot I was supposed to be the “good son” while picking choices. There’s this one scene where mom is sitting on the couch in this lazy home outfit, shirt a bit loose so you see that heavy cleavage line, and you’re supposed to comfort her because she’s talking about feeling old and abandoned. I picked the “be nice” option and the camera angle just slowly slides down to her thighs, bare, soft, and I’m clicking through dialogue but reading nothing, just staring at her legs. Then it gives you this timing where you can “accidentally” touch her knee, and she flinches for a second, but doesn’t pull away. That tiny pause is more dirty than most full-on blowjob scenes in other games. And yeah, there’s plenty of those too. Once it opens the sexual floodgates it really goes for it: sloppy oral, messy creampies, anal that makes you clench a bit in sympathy, mom riding you with her big tits bouncing while she pretends it’s all some “stress relief.” The 3D models sell it better than I expected. Faces don’t look like plastic dolls, bodies look soft and heavy in good ways, asses actually jiggle instead of just rotating like a chair. The footjob scene with the MILF, by the way, is insane. She pins you with that “I’m disappointed in you” look while slowly rubbing your cock with her feet like she’s scolding you and jerking you off at the same time. I was on Microsoft Teams with my boss in a tiny window and still didn’t stop clicking.

It’s not all mom content though, there’s a nice mess of stuff if your brain is horny in more directions. The sister’s route is more teasing, a lot of childish fights turning into “oops I walked in while you were masturbating” moments. There is a late-night lesbian scene that kind of comes out of nowhere, where you catch two girls making out and playing with toys, and for once the game lets you just watch instead of instantly turning it into a threesome. I liked that, even if later it does go full group sex mode with everyone swapping partners like some cursed family vacation. Sometimes the pacing just falls on its face. You go from deep emotional talk about missing dad and wondering if you made the right life choice to a blowjob in the kitchen in like three clicks, no cool-down, no transition, just mouth on cock. It can feel cheap, but also I still didn’t skip it, so yeah. Tongue animations are kind of stiff in one scene and then weirdly good in another, like two different people worked on them and never spoke. There’s this one anal scene where the lube bottle is just sitting in the background at a strange angle and for some reason it annoyed the hell out of me, and I kept staring at it instead of the actual penetration. Sound is hit and miss too: sometimes the moans line up perfectly, sometimes the girl is gasping like she’s getting pounded and you’re literally just sliding in for the first time. Still, when mom whispers in your ear that she wants you to fill her pussy and not pull out, that low, breathy voice hit way too hard for something I’m alt-tabbing away from every ten seconds. The game loves those slow, drawn-out creampie shots, where you stay buried inside and see the cum leak out while she’s still squeezing your cock, and honestly, after a few of those scenes, Excel spreadsheets start to look very boring. Not that they ever looked fun. I mean, except that one time I was typing a budget report and thinking about that scene where she’s bent over the sink and you decide if you want to go anal this time or just fuck her wet pussy again and fill her up in front of the mirror.

Three bored freshmen skip orientation because of course they do, and suddenly they’re stuck in this “special” sex ed class on a dead Saturday morning, half hungover, half horny, and absolutely not ready for what the counselor actually has planned. The whole thing feels like a punishment at first: the empty school corridors, fluorescent lights, that awkward silence when you’re sitting in a classroom with two other strangers and a teacher who is way too hot to be real. Then she locks the door, smiles like she’s grading your soul, and starts explaining that this is not some boring slideshow about condoms. It’s “practical learning.” With “demonstrations.” On each other. On her. On toys she takes out of a little black bag like it’s Christmas, except every present is shaped to make someone moan.

The perspective follows one of the girls stuck in that room, and you’re living in her head while she’s trying to act like she’s cool with everything. At first she’s shy as hell, adjusting her too-tight top, trying not to stare at the teacher’s tits straining under that blouse, pretending she’s annoyed. Then the counselor makes her stand up in front of the others, spreads her legs a bit, and explains “body confidence.” She doesn’t even touch her yet, just talks while her fingers run up the girl’s inner thighs, and the MC’s thoughts are this messy mix of “this is fucked up” and “please don’t stop.” When the teacher finally slides her hand into those panties and tells the other two students to watch closely, that’s where the whole game flips from slightly comedic to straight up filthy. You feel her embarrassment and her lust at the same time, like she’s about to cry and cum in the same breath.

The story doesn’t branch, it just keeps stacking situations that get more twisted and more intimate. One moment it’s the teacher showing the class how to do “proper oral technique” using a toy, making them practice on it while she gives little tips like some weird porn version of Duolingo. Then five minutes later she’s sitting on the MC’s face, grinding slowly while lecturing about “communication with your partner” in this calm voice, like reading a textbook while soaking the poor girl’s mouth. The boys in the room are not just background furniture either; there’s a point where she lines them up at the front of the class and tells the girls they have to “cooperate” so everyone gets relieved, and suddenly you’re juggling who gets which mouth, which hole, and who has to watch and touch themselves instead. There’s a group scene on the teacher’s desk that feels like someone spilled an entire Pornhub search page into a single moment: bodies piled together, hands everywhere, toys buzzing against soaked skin, the counselor still pretending this is all very educational while her huge ass is bouncing on one of the guys and the MC is getting fingered from behind by the other girl. It’s messy, it’s shameless, and it leans hard into that wrong-but-hot school vibe in a way that probably says something about your brain, but whatever, you’re here for it.

Peter is that horny idiot you definitely flirt with on WhatsApp when you’re bored and then mute because he sends you way too many “hey” messages. The game basically lets you watch what happens when that guy somehow gets a co-conspirator and an AI image generator and a girl who really should block him but doesn’t. Lucy starts out totally not interested, which felt painfully real, like when guys in my DMs keep pushing after I say “no” but add a smiley and think that means “try again harder.” At first she is just this normal girl who wants to be left alone, and you’re poking at her bit by bit, pushing her limits. It starts small, like “harmless” teasing, some light touching, a little groping that she clearly doesn’t want, and you’re sitting there thinking, wow, this is messy, but you still click the next option anyway. It feels like when I’m on Chaturbate, trying to draw the line between “fun roleplay” and “ok now this is getting kinda fucked” and I keep going because the tokens are good. Same energy.

The wild part is that the game doesn’t throw you straight into gangbang circus mode. It kind of unwraps her like she’s shy at first, then you and Roger are just grinding her boundaries down like a cheap vibrator battery. That first time she strips for the camera felt like watching a girl on OnlyFans who clearly started just posting cute pics, then suddenly you see her with toys in places she swore she would “never show.” The story drip feeds the corruption, from awkward touching and spanking to her getting more used like a toy, toys on her, toys in her, her on her knees, you know where that’s heading. There’s some scenes where Peter is just jerking off while she’s too confused to say anything, and I kind of hated him, but still wanted to see the next scene, which says something about me I don’t wanna think about. It’s like those AI CG pics are too clean and too dirty at the same time, she looks a bit unreal but the situations feel very real, like those grainy “private” videos that leak on Telegram. And yeah, the group stuff starts feeling like she’s not “the girl they like” anymore, more like a shared fleshlight with emotions. Uncomfortable and hot at the same time, like when a viewer in my room tips extra for more rough talk and I’m saying horrible shit with a straight face and then go make tea after.

Not gonna lie, sometimes the pacing annoys the shit out of me. One scene will be this super tense harassment vibe with her pinned and Peter acting like the hero of his own porn, then suddenly the next thing she’s just going along with it like it was always her kink, and I’m like, girl, where was the mental breakdown in between? Also a couple moments feel like skipping chapters: one minute she is shy about showing panties, blink twice and now we are deep into anal and multiple penetration like she signed up for it on an app. But that trashy jump actually reminded me of porn subs on Reddit where post 1 is “first time sending nudes” and two posts later she’s getting railed by three dudes in a motel. The multiple protagonist angle is sneaky nice too, because seeing things from different sides makes Peter look even more pathetic, while Lucy slides from normal girl to “their model” little by little, like a camgirl pipeline in fast forward. I liked that the game doesn’t pretend any of this is romantic. It’s manipulation, harassment, groping, sex toys, cum, ass, pussy, all of that, no soft filter. When she’s getting spanked and you can tell she’s torn between humiliation and arousal, it hit a bit like when a fan asks me in DMs if I actually like doing the rough shows or if I’m just playing it. The answer is yes. And no. Same thing here.

Cold, wet rocks, wind that feels like knives, and this redhead academic girl stumbling into a village that looks like it got stuck between tourist postcard and pagan cult. That is the mood here. The game sells itself like a mystery about strange creatures in the sea, but honestly it feels more like watching someone’s brain and pussy get pulled in opposite directions until something breaks. You start thinking “ok, small coastal town, some folklore, maybe Sherlock with tits,” and ten minutes later you are watching this supposedly rational woman kneeling in seaweed, lips open, trying not to suck off something she is not even sure is fully human. The shift from “I’m here to investigate” to “I kinda want to fuck the evidence” is done quietly, no big neon sign. One day she is politely talking to a milf innkeeper about local legends, next day she is face-first in that same milf’s thighs, tongue working while the window is wide open to the cold shore outside. You get that mix of guilt, investigation notes, and pussy juice on the pages, and it feels wrong in exactly the good way.

Because of the fantasy angle, sex never stays simple. She goes out at night to gather clues on the rocks and suddenly there is this almost ritual atmosphere: surf noise, strange song in the distance, shadows moving where nothing should move. She is trying to take samples from a tide pool, but the narrative keeps describing how the water feels on her skin, how her nipples react to the cold, how she remembers the way a local girl kissed her earlier in the pub’s back yard. That lesbian scene behind the pub actually sold me on the corruption angle more than the sea monsters did. Two women pressed against old stone, one of them clearly not straight but still grabbing hair and grinding like she has been waiting for this all her life, while our protagonist tells herself it is “just to earn trust for the case”. Yeah, sure. And then the game quietly mentions she has a partner somewhere else she is supposed to be loyal to. It never preaches about cheating, it just lets you watch her slide into it. First a “harmless” kiss, then mouth on nipples, then she is bent over a low wall outdoors, getting her pussy stuffed while waves crash, thinking for half a second about that distant lover and then completely forgetting them when a wet tongue hits her ass. I actually laughed because the guilt lasts one line and the anal lasts five screens.

What surprised me most is how the group scenes feel kind of inevitable, not just porn for porn’s sake. The more she resists the glamour, the more these creatures and corrupted villagers play dirty. One sequence on the beach goes from interrogation to worship in a blink. She is trying to question a circle of locals about disappearances, and suddenly you get this ritual vibe: they surround her, touch her shoulders, talk softly about “letting the tide inside you.” Then you realize half of them are not fully human, and by the time she notices, there are hands on her hips, a tongue on her clit, something big and rough nudging her asshole while another slick cock is already teasing her entrance. It is messy, salty, bodies piled around on cold sand, her moaning into someone’s mouth while another pair of soft breasts presses against her back. The scene keeps cutting between her fragmented thoughts about evidence and the very clear description of her getting used from both ends, throat stuffed with a cock tasting of sea and musk while her own voice is drowned by the surf. She is literally being “shared” by the village like a resource, and the writing does not shy away from it. One moment she sounds like a detective trying to remember clues, the next her inner monologue is just “harder” and “deeper” and begging not to stop. I wish the investigation bits had a bit more teeth, but maybe that would just get in the way of watching a smart woman slowly give everything up, including her asshole, to a town that sings to the ocean before fucking her in front of it.

Lust And Roll Therapy Center feels like somebody smashed a horny card battler, a trashy soap opera and a half-remembered porn dream together, then forgot to clean the edges. You start as this guy who barely remembers who he is, tossed into a “therapy program” where Miss Lust looks more like a high-end dominatrix than any doctor I’ve seen. Every “session” is basically her peeling back your memories by pushing you into more fucked up scenes, and the excuse is always “this will help your recall.” Sure. Totally scientific. Some moments feel almost sweet, like she’s actually worried about your broken brain, then two clicks later she’s got you on your knees, choking on rules you didn’t know you agreed to. The tone jumps around like a drunk cat but weirdly, it kind of works. It feels like you’re not in control of your own mind, which fits the whole memory thing too well.

The card system is where it gets interesting and also janky. You’re playing these sessions like a horny duel with options that feel way too specific: tease, obey, push back, humiliate yourself, corrupt someone else, worship her boots, let her tie you up tighter. Cards combo into scenes, scenes unlock more cards, and suddenly a little choice you made ten minutes earlier turns the next “therapy” from light teasing to full-on public exhibition where she makes you strip and service a stranger while she “observes your progress.” I had one run where I tried to play it cool and romantic, and still ended up with a lesbian scene in the showers where you’re basically turned into a toy between two women who know way more about your past than you do. Another time I leaned into being a submissive idiot and accidentally opened this whole prostitution branch where Miss Lust rents you out under the excuse of “roleplaying your past choices.” It’s hot and kind of fucked, and half the time I wasn’t sure if I was building a romance or just sinking deeper as her favorite slave. Also the feet stuff is everywhere. Not subtle at all. She makes you kiss her heels, lick her toes as “grounding exercise,” even jerk off with her soles pressing your cock, and it’s treated like normal therapy protocol, which actually made me laugh out loud once. The corruption angle creeps up: at first you’re shocked, later you’re begging to be collared again and asking for anal like it’s a reward. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, scenes jump too fast, and a couple of choices feel like fake branches, but then you get a voyeur moment peeking at a futa patient using another girl as a seat in the waiting room and you forget to be mad. It feels rough around the edges, like a dirty browser tab you keep telling yourself you’ll close, then open again five minutes later because you want to see what Miss Lust will do if you lose that next hand.

Fashion Spice looks at you like one of those super glossy perfume ads, then five minutes later it’s got a tentacle under the table and a vibrator on max in somebody’s ass while the lights flicker like a horror movie. On the surface it’s all catwalks, photo shoots, champagne, big tits wobbling in slow animation while some fashion dude screams about “the vision” in the background. Under that surface, everyone is fucking everyone, sometimes literally at the same time, and half the cast is hiding things that feel way too cursed to be in a modeling agency. It starts kind of normal: a male protagonist trying to climb the ladder, a couple of hot MILF managers who are “too professional” and somehow always end up with their panties around their knees, some shy model who pretends she never masturbates then you catch her riding a toy on the studio couch when she thinks the cameras are off. Then the narrative just keeps twisting. You think, ok this is just romance with tits, then someone signs a contract that clearly isn’t normal, the lights go red, and now there are slick, pulsing tentacles coming out from places you do not want to think about, stuffing every wet hole they find while the character moans like she’s been waiting her whole life to be used like that. And in the middle of that, the game asks you to choose if you want to save her or push deeper into the corruption. I clicked “fuck it, more” on my phone in the metro, by the way, and I regretted nothing except the guy behind me who definitely saw the animated group sex scene.

It’s weird in a good way how it jumps between classy and nasty. One scene is two girls in lingerie, soft kissing, slow oral, fingers gently exploring, like a perfect little lesbian romance with nice soft lighting and that “I’ve wanted you for years” kind of tension. Then next route you switch to the same girl and she’s in a backroom photoshoot, tied up, gagged, and a bunch of “investors” are lining up for anal and multiple penetration while she gets groped from all sides and glazed with cum inside and out. It should feel cheap, but somehow the whole horror angle makes it hotter. There is that one moment on mobile where I was just trying to skip some dialogue, and suddenly the screen is full of teeth, dripping slime, and a monster shadow fucking a model against a mirror while her reflection looks different than her body. It’s actually kind of disturbing, especially because the game keeps acting like it’s still just a normal erotic romance about chasing fame. Sometimes the plot takes itself a bit too serious, like mafia speeches and “power and destiny” monologues while on the next tap someone is deepthroating under the table during a business meeting. But then you get this silent little scene of a burned-out MILF agent masturbating alone in her office with a toy under her desk, pretending to work, and that tiny moment somehow hits more real than all the dramatic stuff. I kept telling myself I’d just check one more route before sleep, then another, because I wanted to see who actually survives this glamorous hellhole and who ends locked in some wet basement with tentacles keeping them permanently stretched and dripping. The game never really lets you relax: one second sweet, next second it’s horror, then romance, then pure porn with creampies, messy oral, monsters, and way too many fingers in the same place, and you’re just there, tapping on your phone, pretending this is still just “fashion content.”

Carmen looks like the kind of girl who should be teaching yoga on Instagram, not grinding on a sticky pole for drunk strangers, and that contrast is exactly what makes this game kinda hot. She starts as this disciplined dancer and gymnast, all straight spine and good-girl posture, then the game just keeps poking at her until you start asking yourself if you’re saving her or slowly turning her into a filthy little exhibitionist who gets wet the second someone calls her “slut” from the front row. You play with her three “voices” in her head, which sounds stupid at first, but actually feels like arguing with three different versions of your horny conscience. The “Good” one is like, “Please don’t suck that guy off in the VIP for extra cash,” the “Evil” one is silently unbuttoning her blouse, and Lust is already on her knees. You don’t just click a moral choice and move on either, they talk, they comment on what you did yesterday, they remember that time you agreed to sleep while the mind control creep “studied” her body for his cosplay project and suddenly that one late decision shows up again in a totally different scene, like a hangover with tits.

The sandbox part feels more like drifting than grinding. One moment you are doing a memory mini game on stage, trying to chain spins and splits so the crowd throws more money, and the next you wander into a beach event where a bunch of girls in monster girl outfits are shooting a “private” cosplay photoset. It starts all cute, cat ears and smiles, then someone pulls out a box of toys and asks if Carmen minds “helping with the tentacle shoot.” Of course she can say no, but then the club paycheck looks a lot smaller, and that rent counter in your head keeps ticking. I liked how some scenes sneak up on you. You go to the mall “just to shop” and somehow end up in a changing room threesome, with her pinned between two girls while some invisible perv on the other side of the mirror whispers suggestions into her mind, pushing light bondage ideas, telling her to keep pretending she is asleep while they lick slowly between her thighs. And when she starts enjoying the pretend sleep sex a bit too much, one of her personalities gets pissed, another is proud, and Lust just wants more fingers inside. The game is messy, sometimes too much talking, sometimes the pacing feels like waiting in a Discord voice chat that never mutes, but then you hit a crazy group scene at the nightclub, Carmen on her knees with a collar on, spit dripping from her mouth after a long oral session, ass teased with a toy while everyone around is cheering her on, and you kinda forget that the UI button in the top corner still annoys you for no reason at all.