The first time Lexi fucks another guy in your shared hab module, you're not even there. You're out on some bullshit maintenance EVA, patching a leak in sector 7, while she's back home with that smug terraforming engineer, Kyle. The game shows you a grainy security cam feed. You just watch. Can't look away. Her legs, the way she arches her back, the little gasp she makes when he first pushes inside. It's not even animated that well, honestly. The art is kinda stiff, some poses look like mannequins with bad joints. But the sound design. Fuck. The wet noises, her muffled moans into the pillow, the rhythmic thumping against the thin metal wall. It's so much worse because you can't do anything. You're just a floating speck in a suit, staring at a tiny screen, your oxygen meter ticking down.

The whole game is like that. A slow, methodical dismantling of a man's ego on a shitty Martian colony. The UI is clunky, straight out of 2015 Ren'py hell. Sometimes the text box covers her face during a crucial scene and I almost threw my mouse. Almost. The dialogue choices are mostly illusions. You can protest, you can whine, you can beg. Doesn't matter. The cuckold angst is the point. There's this one scene where you're forced to sleep in the common room while the door to your own quarters is locked. You hear everything. The game makes you click through each individual sound. Click. Moan. Click. Bed creak. Click. "Harder, Kyle." Click. Your character just stares at the ceiling, and I've never felt more pathetic in my life.

Wish there was a gallery mode that unlocked properly after the first playthrough. Had to dig through the game files like a degenerate archaeologist to find the full scene with the colony leader, Veronica. That one involves a zero-g strap setup that's genuinely creative. The writing during the voyeur segments is surprisingly sharp, capturing that specific nausea of knowing exactly what's happening but needing to see it anyway. The space setting is barely used beyond the isolation gimmick. Mars is just a backdrop for bad decisions and worse coping mechanisms. Don't expect a happy ending. Don't expect any ending that doesn't leave you feeling hollow and weirdly satisfied.

Politics, porn and planet drama all tangled together, that’s the vibe here. You’re not some space marine hero, you’re a senator’s assistant stuck in this messy future where Earth, Mars and Venus had their big breakup, and now everyone pretends they’re “civilized” while fucking behind each other’s backs. Meetings in high offices, speeches about morals, and under the desk there’s a hand slowly sliding up a thigh. That contrast hits pretty hard. One minute you’re watching your boss rehearse her speech about banning polygamy, next minute you’re in her private room on Mars, her blouse half open, asking if you “personally” support her agenda while she presses her tits against your arm. It feels dirty in a good way, like you’re cheating on humanity itself.

The whole thing has this voyeuristic flavor baked into it. You’re on Mars, but you’re also peeking into people’s private lives, checking messages on their datapads when they leave them unlocked, catching holo-calls where a wife on Earth rides some dude with darker skin while her husband is on a shuttle to Venus thinking she’s “lonely but faithful”. It really pushes that cheating and netorare tension. Sometimes you’re the guy getting the sloppy blowjob in a shadowed corner of a luxury dome bar while her partner’s campaign ad plays on the big screen. Other times you’re the one watching from the corridor as your love interest quietly kneels for someone else and just takes it, her big ass bouncing while you can’t do shit. There’s a scene in a Mars hotel room where you pretend to be asleep so you can watch your “friend” masturbate in silence, fingers glistening, trying not to moan your name. That one stuck with me too long. In a good way. Or bad. Depends on the day.

Sex scenes aren’t just “press button, see tits, done”. Your choices actually tilt who ends up in whose bed. You can play it romantic, trying to be loyal to one girl with huge tits and soft eyes, giving her slow oral on a couch while the red sky of Mars glows through the window. Or you can be a total piece of shit, juggling multiple women, groping a nervous intern in an elevator, spanking a married officer over your lap after a “strategy meeting”, letting a horny Martian girl ride you raw in zero-g simulation while she talks politics like it’s pillow talk. The interracial angle shows up naturally since you’ve got people from different colonies, different skin tones, different cultures, not just thrown in like a checkbox. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes it’s straight up filthy, like a rough handjob in a dark corridor while security drones float by. I kinda wish there was less talking about “law” and more pure fucking, but at the same time that whole debate about polygamy and freedom is exactly what makes the sex feel like you’re breaking real rules, not just game rules. It’s messy, horny, and a bit too close to how people actually are when they pretend they’re better than they are.