Alex is one of those guys you swipe past without thinking, until his life starts going to hell and suddenly he’s the center of the mess. Broke college kid, roommate who talks big and thinks with his dick, grades slipping, horny all the time and pretending it’s not a problem. Then that letter shows up. Not email, not some in-game popup, an actual letter that somehow knows way too much about him, about his family, about his debts, about what turns him on when the curtains are closed and the browser is on incognito. It doesn’t welcome him, it tempts him. Take this job, follow these rules, and your money problem “goes away”. Also your morals, but the letter is polite enough not to spell that part out. From the first click, the whole thing feels like when you open a random porn tab “just to peek” and three hours later you’re deep into some weird niche. Except here you’re driving Alex into it, nudging him, or shoving him, depending how horny and cruel you feel that moment.

What I like is how slow some of the corruption hits. It doesn’t instantly throw him into a room full of naked bodies moaning his name. You start small. A look that lingers too long on a milf who really, really shouldn’t be giving him that bedroom stare. A “harmless” strip dare in a place where the cameras are definitely on. A little flirting with someone who already has a partner while you tell yourself it’s just teasing. Then suddenly, you’re juggling scenes where he can screw a stacked older woman against a glass wall, grinding that big ass while she bites her lip and whispers that her husband can’t fuck her like this, and at the same time there’s a younger girl texting him that she’s waiting in his dorm bed, no panties, wanting to taste him. The game lets you be the fake good guy who pretends he “didn’t mean” to cheat, or the full-on bastard who clicks every option that leads to oral under the table, bareback pussy, interracial threesomes, harem routes, all of it. Sometimes you look at a choice and think, ok, this is where it goes too far, this is the netorare stuff I’ll skip, and then they slip in an avoidable branch or a point-and-click detail that makes you hesitate, because you want to see what happens if you let a jealous husband watch, or if you let the girl moan someone else’s name while Alex is buried deep in her. And no, the game doesn’t judge you. That job from the letter? It just keeps giving him new “responsibilities”: undress her, touch there, make her beg, record this, corrupt that. The sci-fi angle sneaks up too, like reality itself is one of the women he’s slowly stripping, layer by layer, until you realize what looked like a normal college drama is actually several hidden worlds rubbing against each other, leaking into his life. You click around a room and suddenly find a device that shouldn’t exist, a file that hints certain “family” lines are more twisted than the characters know, an animated scene where time feels like it slows while you watch bodies move, tits bouncing, tongues working, dripping wet and completely unashamed. By the time multiple endings start to peek through the dialogue, you’re not thinking about “right” or “wrong” anymore. You’re just deciding how far you want Alex to fall, and who you want tangled in his sheets when everything finally breaks.

Apartment 69 feels like someone looked at every degenerate fantasy you had in college and said “yeah, that, but more awkward and more naked”. You’re this 20 year old programmer kid who somehow can afford his own place, and the game treats that apartment like a horny gravity well. Everyone important just keeps getting pulled into it. Family shows up, classmates show up, neighbors that clearly skipped the “boundaries” class show up. It starts pretty innocent, like simple errands and casual chats, and then slowly you’re rubbing against people in tight hallways, “accidentally” walking in during showers, and pretending you’re shocked while the camera zooms straight onto bouncing tits. The corruption vibe here isn’t instant; characters go from normal to “ok fine you can touch me there” to “why am I moaning this much” in a very porn logic way. If you like that slow slide instead of instant sluts, it kind of nails it. If you actually went to college, some of the school scenes are a bit too accurate, just with way more handjobs under the desk.

From Unreal side, I keep catching myself switching between horny and nerdy. The lighting on skin is surprisingly good, especially in darker rooms where the only source is a TV screen or some crappy lamp in the corner. The models are thick in that “this rig has been tweaked for hours” way, not generic store stuff. You notice it in the way breasts settle when characters lean forward, or how the ass pushes against tight shorts when your MC is very obviously staring. It is not perfect though. Sometimes the facial expressions go weird, like you’re talking about homework but she’s making a face like she just got creampied on the roof. Mouths clip now and then, the trans character’s shoulders look a bit off from some angles, and a couple of animation loops feel like someone rushed through them at 4% brain power. I had one scene where a hot milf is supposed to look mad, but she just looks kind of horny and constipated. Still, when the sandbox opens up and you’re bouncing between the apartment and school and back, asking yourself “do I grind affection or do I go straight for more groping in the kitchen?”, the small jank turns almost funny. Like, you’re lining up a serious emotional talk and the game just throws a titty physics moment in your face and your brain forgets the plot.

Sex content hits fast after you get past the intro routine. You start with small stuff like “accidental” touches, helping someone with sunscreen for way too long, or waking up with a hand in your pants and pretending you’re still asleep. Then it goes hard into masturbation scenes, spying on people from doors that are never locked, and those drawn out “teach me how to stroke it properly” handjob bits that feel like they were made by someone who spent too much time on old xHamster clips. When the interracial scenes start showing and the family drama gets nastier, you can really feel the corruption layers piling up, especially when a girl that acted shy two events ago is suddenly riding you and begging to get filled. There is one moment with a virgin character where the game takes its time on the first penetration, camera pressed close, breathing heavy, small twitch in her legs, and it’s honestly way hotter than some of the full-on gangbang scenes in other games. Also, the shemale route is not just a cheap extra. There is build up, flirty text chats, some real tension in the bathroom encounters, and then you end up staring at a hard dick and big tits at the same time and thinking “ok, I did not plan this, but here we are”. Only thing that annoyed me: one UI button in the apartment hub is tiny as fuck and I kept misclicking it like a clown. Never got used to it.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

Imagine if somebody smashed together Witcher fanfic from some horny reddit thread, a corruption sim, and those old Flash-era slider puzzles, then wrapped it in 3dcg versions of Ciri, Triss and Yen that look just different enough to not get CDPR lawyers knocking. That’s basically the vibe here. You’re this random guy in a twisted “what if” version of the Continent where monsters are less scary than pregnancy and everyone’s moral compass is already hanging by a thread. The whole point is simple: talk your way into their heads, fuck up their ideals, and turn the iconic sorceresses and one slightly traumatized white-haired princess into a personal breeding cult that lives and breathes for your cock. It sounds edgy as hell written out, but in the game it feels more like a slow and messy slide into “okay I guess we’re doing creampies in Kaer Morhen now.”

The fun part is how each girl bends differently. Ciri starts all stubborn and righteous, the usual “I’ve seen worlds and you’re nothing to me” attitude, then a couple of sharp choices later she’s grinding on your lap in some ruined tower, talking shit but not actually moving away while you keep pushing her panties aside. The moment when you first decide if you’ll go for bareback with her, knowing the whole breeding angle is a big deal in this world, hits harder than it should in a porn game. Triss is the classic big-tits redhead temptation package, already halfway corrupt before you even touch her. One branch turns her into this needy thing who keeps insisting it’s “just magic experimentation” while you pump another load into her and watch that spell circle on the floor pulse brighter. Another path has her still pretending she’s doing it all for “the greater good,” which is hilarious when she’s moaning loud enough that even a deaf drowner would look over. And then there’s Yennefer: the smug brunette who treats you like an insect until you finally catch her on one weak moment, hand between her thighs under a desk, asking very calm questions while your fingers keep sliding deeper. The first time you drag her from “you’re beneath me” to “don’t pull out” in one scene is actually kind of satisfying in a shitty power fantasy way, although the writing stumbles sometimes, like it can’t decide if she’s broken, in love, or just horny on potions.

What threw me a bit is how one wrong dialogue choice quietly kills a whole route without telling you. You think you’re being clever or “in character” for a Witcher-style world, then suddenly Triss stops visiting your room and Ciri just talks about training again and your cock-worship harem dream is hanging by a thread. There is a corruption meter hiding behind the scenes, you can feel it when a scene suddenly flips from vanilla riding to “press her down and finish inside,” but the game never really bothers to explain it. Sometimes that’s hot, sometimes it’s just annoying, like when I spent three runs trying to get a specific interracial scene with Ciri and a dark-skinned merc guy joining in, only to realize one early “mercenaries are scum” line basically locked the dude out forever. Also, the faces look great most of the time, but Ciri’s white hair clips into her shoulder in one blowjob loop and it drove me crazy, because everything else in that animation is perfect, the way her eyes look up, spit shining your shaft, and then this stupid hair strand just phases through her armor like it’s made of smoke. Still clicked replay on it like five times though. And the creampie shots are surprisingly good for a parody thing: you feel the choice, like, do you risk knocking up a legendary sorceress just to watch her pussy leak onto the sheets, or do you pull out and disappoint her while she pretends not to care? I kept telling myself I’d play “smart” next run, avoid the hardcore corruption, try a more moral path, but I always end up back in that same castle room, hand hovering over the option that says “stay inside her” and thinking yeah, alright, one more time.

Grand Butt-Sex Hotel feels like the kind of game teenage me always dreamed about finding on some shady Flash site, except now it actually runs smooth on my phone and doesn’t crash when the good part starts. You play this kinda hapless dude who walks into this fancy hotel thinking “oh cool, job, money, normal life maybe” and instead you get thrown into a place where the managers and guests are mostly tall smug futa ladies with thick thighs, huge tits and way too much money, who look at you like you’re a walking stress toy. The whole vibe is luxury mixed with porn parody, like someone mashed a five-star resort with one of those cursed hentai doujins you pretend you “found by accident”. You’re basically staff and chew-toy at the same time. One second you’re talking politely at the front desk, the next a classy futa businesswoman is pushing you against the counter and making you suck her cock while the elevator dings in the background. The game treats that as completely normal, which is honestly kinda funny and hot at same time.

What really hit my nostalgia brain is how the humor and horny stuff are glued together. The dialogue is full of dumb jokes, weird “rich people fetish” lines, and that slightly awkward English that somehow makes the dirty talk work better. There’s this scene where a petite “trap” guest shows up looking cute and shy, then calmly pulls out a suitcase full of toys and asks if you’re “hotel-certified” for anal service, like it’s spa menu item. You get the dating sim vibe, picking how polite or thirsty your responses are, and it actually changes how hard they ride you later. One futa with a giant ass teases you for being “vanilla” if you only go for oral, then drags you to her room, bends you over the bed and you feel like you’re signing a contract with your asshole. Some of the animations are nicely timed with the moans, especially the oral shots where your head is bobbing and her balls tap your chin, but then sometimes a loop will reset at a weird moment and my brain just goes “why did her hips teleport”. And the loading between scenes on mobile Chrome lagged right during a blowjob payoff, which annoyed me more than it should, but I still kept playing, because of course I did.

The hotel setting lets them throw in all kinds of guests: tall dark-skinned futa with big tits who treats you like a room amenity, some smug white CEO type who wants you on your knees under the table during “business calls”, a nerdy girl with glasses who secretly has the thickest cock and uses a vibrating toy in your ass while she scrolls on her phone, barely looking at you. There are races mixed, body types, a lot of big asses pressing you into fancy sheets. Sometimes the female domination goes pretty hard, like humiliating dirty talk while they make you lick their shaft clean after anal, and other times it’s oddly sweet, like a futa patting your head after using you and tipping you like a good bellboy. It’s funny, because the game pretends to be this outrageous fetish buffet, but the thing that stuck with me most was one quiet moment in a hallway, where you’re exhausted, cum probably still dripping somewhere, and a guest just smirks, adjusts her bulge, and tells you she booked you for “wake-up service” tomorrow. That tiny little line hit way harder in my head than half the loud scenes. Also, the hotel lobby music slaps in the weirdest way. I caught myself humming it while opening TikTok, which is completely wrong for this kind of game and now my brain is cursed forever.

Black Balance Collapse feels like someone took a messy relationship group chat and just left you alone with it while everything goes to shit in slow motion. You’re basically living inside Lucas’s phone, watching his world shrink to a green WhatsApp bubble and those fake-perfect Instagram squares while his girl Frida starts getting way too comfortable in a neighborhood she clearly wasn’t ready for. No long intro, you’re just there, scrolling messages, reacting, overthinking every emoji she sends, and comparing yourself to a bunch of huge dudes you barely even see at first, but you feel them in every line of text. They’re taller, darker, more confident, more broke-but-chill than you, and the game keeps poking that insecurity until it hurts a bit.

What got me is how horny and pathetic it feels at the same time. You see Frida posting thirst-trappy photos, a bit more skin each time, a new comment from one of the guys, maybe a DM that pops up just off-screen, and your brain instantly goes “she’s getting dick right now” even when nothing explicit happened yet. Then, later, it does happen. Or maybe it doesn’t, depending on how you play, but the tension is already there. There’s a scene where you’re reading their conversation and she “forgets” to tell you she went to hang out with them again, late, and the chat bubble just hangs there while the music is doing that chill lo-fi beat, like something from those 24/7 YouTube study streams, only here you’re not studying, you’re waiting to find out if your girl is getting stretched on some nasty old couch. The soundtrack is too calm for the shit that’s going on, and I actually like that. It makes the corruption feel slow, like rust, not like porn logic.

Sex scenes aren’t just “click and fap”. You get the voyeur feeling hard. Sometimes Lucas gets a pic, sometimes just a line like “they were joking about me” and your imagination fills in way worse stuff than the CG actually shows. There’s dirty talk over the phone, her describing what they did, or him listening to some audio she “accidentally” sends. Interracial angle is not subtle at all. They’re black, they’re big, they know it, and Lucas is just this average dude counting bills and wondering if he’ll ever make her moan like that again. You get anal, oral, all the usual, but what sticks is when she starts enjoying the attention way too much and you still click the option to trust her, like an idiot. Or you lean into it, push the corruption stat, and watch her go from shy girlfriend to exhibitionist who doesn’t really bother to hide her cheating anymore, even posing for Instagram like it’s normal to have those bruised thighs and tired smile after “a long night with friends”. NTR being avoidable is funny, because the game keeps tempting you to fuck up your own peace of mind, and half the time you’re horny enough to let it happen. And yeah, sometimes I wished the phone UI had one more little sound effect on message popups, some tiny detail like that, but whatever, I’m still thinking of that one scene where she’s on video call, lights low, hand between her legs, telling you she misses you while you both know exactly whose cum is still dripping out of her.

Natasha Naughty Wife looks like one of those “oh ok, this will be a quick fap VN” things, then two scenes later you’re suddenly micro-managing a marriage like it’s a broken UE blueprint. You’re inside this couple where everything is polite, tidy, a bit vanilla at the start, and then tiny choices start poking at the soft spots. It begins with something simple like a doctor visit and awkward talk about why they still don’t have a kid, and before you realize, you are watching Natasha stand a little too close to a tall black guy in the waiting room, wearing a dress that is not technically slutty but sits on her like it wants to start a fight. The game really enjoys slow burn corruption. It loves making Jeff smile and say “I trust you babe” right before you pick that stupid little option like “let him drive you home” and suddenly there’s this heavy silence in the car and Natasha is playing with her ring while his hand rests a bit too low on the gear shift. Nothing crazy at first, just small harmless touches that push your imagination to do most of the work.

What got me is how often it lets you decide how much of a cuck you want Jeff to be without making a big neon sign about it. You can keep him strong, jealous, trying to hold the line, or just slowly let him slide into that pathetic but hot space where he is nodding while his wife goes out “with friends” and you already know damn well who is picking her up. There is this one early bar scene where Natasha is clearly underdressed for a “married woman night out” and the music is loud, the light is red, and some guy is already giving her that hunter look. You can be the good husband and pull her away, or you can pretend you didn’t see it and drink your beer. The camera stays on her thighs while she crosses and uncrosses them and if you picked the wrong option, you will hate yourself in the best possible way. I liked that not all the visuals look super polished, by the way. Some poses are a bit stiff, some faces feel slightly off in a frame or two, which weirdly makes it more raw, like watching someone’s private dirty render project rather than a huge studio porn game. There is even some 2D style stuff mixed in that feels like concept art that accidentally turned horny. It does not always match perfectly, and sometimes the hair physics scream “placeholder”, but then you hit a scene where Natasha’s makeup is a little smudged and her lipstick is fainter on one side and boom, suddenly you are very aware of what she has been doing kneeling somewhere off screen.

The interracial angle is not just a tag checkmark here. When the first big black guy shows up as more than background, the whole dynamic shifts. He is not just “the bull”, he actually talks like a real person, cracks some normal jokes, and that makes it much worse. Because then when his hand is on Natasha’s lower back, it feels like something emotional is going wrong, not just physical. Jeff starts trying to be cool, like “yeah we are all friends”, and you can push him to share his wife more, or slam the brakes and keep the romance route where she stays loyal. But even on the “good” path, the game keeps teasing you with almost-cheating stuff, like a late-night text, a hug that lasts a fraction too long, a conversation about her fantasy of being with a bigger guy that is “only talk”. You know how in UE when you have too many branches, the logic graph starts to look like spaghetti? This VN feels like that, in a good way. Some choices feel tiny, like letting Natasha keep a risky dress or telling her she looks hot in front of another man, and later you are staring at a scene where that same dress is on the floor of a hotel room and she is riding someone that definitely is not her husband while Jeff is somewhere else thinking about baby names. Or he is sitting on a chair watching, if you let him go full cuck. And the game is not shy with that. Eye-level view of her getting stretched, her voice going high and shaky, that mix of guilt and absolute pleasure on her face. Sometimes it crawls a bit too slowly between scenes and you wish the pacing was tighter, but at the same time that drag makes the payoff nastier. It keeps asking you quietly: are you here for love, or for watching a sexy wife get ruined from the inside out. And the worst part is, both answers feel right.

High School Hobby Harlots feels like someone mashed together a horny comic, an old-school hentai dating sim and a messy sandbox life sim, then laughed and said “good enough” and hit upload. You play Amara, this spoiled rich troublemaker dumped into a “reform school” that is about as holy as a Pornhub comment section. The whole vibe is super tongue in cheek: nuns with dirty thoughts, students who look like they’re one bad decision away from starting an OnlyFans, and teachers that definitely should not be left alone with anyone. The art is 2D comic panels, kind of fanzine style, sometimes clean, sometimes rough, but it fits the “I’m not supposed to be doing this” mood perfectly. It feels like reading a dirty webcomic where you keep clicking for the next punchline and suddenly you’re knee deep in anal, voyeurism, and girls showing way too much skin in the chapel.

The fun part for me was how the game quietly turns you into a little sex manager. You’re not just clicking through scenes. You’re juggling stats like Fun, Energy, Allure, Sexperience and Money, and they actually matter. You wanna drag a classmate into your corruption spiral, you better have enough Allure and the right timing, because some events only trigger when Amara is in a certain mood or you pushed a girl just far enough. One moment I was in the dorm teasing a shy girl with a toy, just casual masturbation training, and a bit later she’s sucking dick on camera for Amara’s iFap channel like it’s no big deal. The pacing of that fall is nice and dirty. Corruption here isn’t just a label. You can feel it when a girl that refused to flash her tits earlier suddenly agrees to public exhibition in the showers while other students “pretend” they’re not watching. The camming storyline is hilarious and sleazy at the same time: you push them into doing oral, playing with themselves, trying anal plugs on stream, and the game keeps throwing in those quips that make you grin like an idiot. Then you level them up even more and suddenly escorting on iFuq is on the table, with group sex events and weird little interracial scenes that pop up like “oh ok, we’re doing this now.” Some of the sandbox routine gets a bit grindy, like you’re repeating similar actions hoping for the next random sexy event, and sometimes the timing feels like Ren’Py rolled a nat 1 on your libido. But then you get a new event with Amara taking two girls to a “study session” that somehow turns into lesbian foreplay, a spanking lesson and finally everyone stuffed and covered, and you kinda forgive the jank. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s funny in a dumb way, and the game doesn’t pretend to be classy. It just hands you a reform school full of difficult girls and asks, very politely, how filthy you feel like making them today.

You start as this guy who got totally screwed over by life. Framed for killing his own father, thrown in prison, years just gone. When he finally walks out, the whole vibe of the world feels off, like reality forgot how to be normal. And then his dreams stop being just dreams. One night you’re staring through your own eyes, next night you’re suddenly in this other place, like a sci-fi fantasy city with neon and magic at the same time, stuck in a tight POV view with a monster girl pressing her huge tits against your chest, asking why you keep running from “your power.” She’s got horns, a tail, and an ass that fills the whole screen when she turns. You’re supposed to be scared, she’s talking about fate and monsters and some cosmic war, but instead you’re watching her lips as she wraps them around your cock and drools all over it, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re still half sure this is a nightmare. It’s not. Not really. Every time you cum, the dream world reacts, like you just flipped a switch in some forgotten machine.

Then, outside of dreams, your life is this weird mix of murder mystery and porn logic. You’re “trying to rebuild yourself,” but what actually happens is you keep meeting women who are way too into your mess. The milf neighbor who knew your father and keeps “comforting” you by letting your hands wander under her blouse, whispering that you’re so much bigger than he was while she grinds on your thigh. The shy virgin cosplay girl who acts like a nervous little mouse in the day, then shows up dressed as some space elf at night, kneeling between your legs with glitter on her cheeks, giving you slow, sloppy oral and stopping every few seconds to tease you with just the tip between her lips, like she’s roleplaying she never did this before. She says she wants to help “investigate” your case, but somehow the investigation scene ends with her riding you, big tits bouncing, begging for a creampie so hard she forgets the whole point of the conversation. Sometimes you get to flip things and go full male dom, hand around a throat, fucking her from behind until her tongue’s out and she’s moaning like a broken toy. Other times the game flips you on your back and lets a dominant woman sit on your face, grinding her pussy over your mouth while she uses a vibrator on your cock and denies you until your vision almost fades. There’s anal, voyeur moments where you spy two monster girls going at it in a shower, footjobs from a smug heroine who claims she “won’t touch you with her hands,” titfucks where your cum ends up all over soft big breasts, toys shoved into dripping holes while you stand there, watching, choosing whether you help or just enjoy the show. In the middle of all that, you’re chasing clues about your father’s death, unlocking superpower stuff tied to sex and emotions, and somehow building a harem of humans, milfs and literal monsters who all want a piece of you. It’s messy, horny, sometimes actually emotional for a second before someone gets groped against a wall and you forget what you were even talking about.