The whole thing feels like someone animated a diary entry they found under a mattress, then forgot to add the polish. Not in a bad way. More like finding a crumpled note with a lipstick kiss on it. The animation loops are short, almost like a flipbook made by a horny teenager who just discovered what bodies can do. Katie’s diary pages pop up between scenes, and the handwriting is so messy I had to squint, which honestly made it feel more private, like I shouldn’t be reading it.

The sound design. God. There’s this one wet squelch during the couch scene that repeats every three seconds, and it’s mixed way too loud. Sounds less like sex and more like someone stirring mac and cheese aggressively. I couldn’t stop laughing, then got weirdly into it. The voice acting, if you can call it that, is mostly breathy gasps that cut off mid moan. At one point Katie says “oh yes” and it’s so flat I thought my headphones broke. But then the dog, Chewy, bites the guy’s butt. The yelp he lets out. I rewound that part four times. It’s the most genuine sound in the whole thing.

The blond guy’s face barely changes expression, even when the condom breaks. His dead eyed stare while Katie’s bouncing on top of him is unintentionally hilarious. Her tits move like water balloons with a mind of their own, physics be damned. The whole thing is a mess. A sticky, awkward, strangely compelling mess. I kept clicking through the diary pages, not for the story, but because Katie’s bad decisions reminded me of my own twenties. There’s a part where she writes “he was cute but his apartment smelled like old socks” and I felt that in my soul. The game doesn’t judge her. Neither did I.