Troy stands there in his dorm room, all awkward confidence and a t-shirt that's fighting for its life. You know the type. That one guy in your university hallway who probably doesn't own a mirror but somehow his hair always does that thing. The game's basically a series of dialogue choices where you try to get into his pants, and honestly? The writing has this weird charm like someone transcribed real drunk texts. Not Shakespeare. But it made me snort once.

The underwear collection mechanic is what kept me clicking though. Four different pairs to unlock, and getting the red ones involved a dialogue path where I basically called him a liar about his gym routine. Which, fair. That physique didn't come from "just pushups sometimes." The jockstrap option, which I stumbled into completely by accident, required picking the most unhinged responses possible. Who knew telling a dude his protein shake looks like cement would work? The game doesn't explain any of this. You're just supposed to fail upward until his clothes fall off. Classic.

The one complaint that keeps nagging at me like a popcorn kernel in teeth, why is the background just a single shade of beige? Looks like my apartment walls when I'm too depressed to decorate. And the audio. There isn't any. Dead silence while Troy flexes and smirks. Put on your own playlist I guess. Last attempt I had lofi hip hop going and it honestly improved the experience by like 40%. The big reveal scenes are decently animated for what this is, nothing mindblowing but functional. You get what you came for. Sometimes literally. The pickup lines range from cringe to surprisingly smooth, and the muscle definition on his model is... yeah. Detailed. Someone spent time on those abs. The whole thing feels like a horny flash game from 2006 that somehow escaped containment and ended up on a modern browser. I respect the audacity.