i think the blonde chick on the train, right. she starts touching herself and everybody sees. like okay we been there, every dating sim starts with a public scene and you think maybe this one different but no. same old.

the guy next to her just watches at first. me too buddy, me too in real life. then some other dude walks over and just... starts? no hello, no nothing, just straight to it. the game calls it "pleasing the horny bitch" which honestly is what my ex used to call me but in a mean way. here it supposed to be sexy i guess. the animation is choppy like they drew it on a napkin and the sound. oh man the sound is just one wet noise on repeat like someone stepping in mud forever. there is this one frame where her tits look like they trying to escape her body in different directions and i couldn't stop laughing. not the point i think.

then another girl joins from somewhere on the train. where was she? i replayed three times and she just materializes like a glitch. no backstory. these games never explain why people are like this. just "hey group activity on the 4:15 to wherever." the whole thing feels like watching someone else play a game while they explain it badly over discord. my neighbor probably thinks i have a problem now because the audio that one wet noise you know. i wish the game had like a choice where you could be the one who doesn't join in and just keeps reading your book or something. that would be a dlc i pay for. just a "no thanks" button and then the train arrives at your stop and you walk home normally and the end.

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.