Power fantasy in a plague city, with tits and moral decay, is always a good starting point. This game takes that idea and just smears it all over every screen, like someone spilled corruption on the UI and never cleaned it. You are the mayor only because everyone else is dead or fucked off somewhere, and it actually feels like that. The city is empty in the right way, full in the right way: quiet streets, but every woman you meet looks like she stepped out of some horny illustrator’s private folder. The art has that slightly rough CG vibe, where anatomy is 90% correct and then there is one detail that makes it hotter. A hip too sharp, eyes a bit too glossy, a skirt that ignores physics in a very respectful way. It is not “perfect” art. It is the good kind of trashy, like when you keep zooming in on a render just to see if the panties have texture. They do. Of course they do. There is variety too: proper office girls in tight jackets, worn out survivors with messy hair and soft bellies, fake-innocent students who definitely know what a camera is for. It feels like the artist really likes women and is not afraid to make them look hungry for you. Or for protection. Same thing here.

What surprised me: the choices actually sting a little. You tell yourself “ok, I will be a nice mayor, I protect people,” and then the game throws you a scene where a starving citizen offers you her body for medicine. The dialogue is not Shakespeare, but it hits the right porn logic: believable enough that your brain nods, horny enough that your hand does the rest. And then the corruption system quietly tracks you, and suddenly the options that were greyed out before are open, and they are fucked up in a very specific way. You start taking “inspection visits” to shelters that feel more like casting interviews. You sign laws that look practical on paper but are basically a dress code for your harem. There is one early moment where you have to decide if you send guards to help a district or keep them in the city hall to “maintain order.” I picked the selfish option, because I wanted to unlock a certain secretary scene faster, and the game did not judge me directly. It just let the later CG show the consequences in the background while you are balls deep in someone. That is the best part: the city falling apart is like a permanent fetish backdrop to your power trip. Tiny complaint: the text sometimes repeats phrases in a way that feels copied from itself, and there is a pop-up that flickers for half a second and it annoys me every single time. But then a new event triggers where you are rewriting curfew rules while a desperate councilwoman is on her knees under the desk, and suddenly you forget completely that you were annoyed five seconds ago. Or maybe you remember and it just turns into part of the dirty charm of the whole mess.

City’s rotting, virus has fucked everything, and suddenly some random pencil pusher from the council is the last one standing and gets the mayor’s chair. That’s basically you. No heroic bullshit, you’re just the guy who didn’t die and now every rule in town is whatever you feel like. Police are gone, courts are empty, hospitals feel like graveyards, but the girls are very much alive and the game is obsessed with making sure you notice absolutely every curve, stiff nipple and spread ass in that mess. It starts weirdly calm: you’re in the council building, alarms still flashing, and the secretary with the huge tits is asking what the “new procedure” is for staff inspections. You can say something normal, or you can tell her to strip in the meeting room “for health reasons” while you pretend to fill forms and just stare like a creep. The game just rolls with it, like of course a medical exam is her on the table, legs open, you giving her a “thorough oral check” until she’s doing that ahegao face that nobody does in real life but still works here.

The power fantasy side hits hard in a very trashy way. One moment you sign emergency decrees, next you’re using them to force curfew “checkpoints” where girls have to show you their bodies to prove they’re not infected. It’s all choices stacked on choices, but half of them feel like jokes that somehow become canon. There’s a scene where you watch security cameras on a big monitor, switching between streets, apartments, showers, some lesbian couple thinking they’re alone. You can just voyeur the whole thing, let them finger each other and lick pussy while you jerk off, or send in “health officers” to interrupt and drag one of them to your private room for “interrogation.” That moment where you decide whether to watch or to walk in and dominate is the game’s whole brain: voyeurism first, control second, consent somewhere far behind, drinking alone in the dark. Sometimes the girls are already half corrupt anyway, like the fitness influencer who begs you to “promote her channel” if she sucks you under the council desk, then ends up taking anal on a chair that really doesn’t look safe. The game leans into cheating too: married women, engaged students, girlfriends who just wanted virus info and walk out with ruined mascara and your cum dripping down their thighs. It’s sleazy, unpolished, occasionally hot, often absurd, and every time you think “ok that’s too much” it throws in ghost rumors in the city hall basement so you can go investigate paranormal shit and somehow still end up with a naked girl bent over a dusty archive box. Whole city’s broken, but your harem keeps getting bigger, asses keep getting rounder, and the law is whatever comes out of your mouth after you empty your balls.