You start as this broke psychology student who basically speedruns failure: no job, no place to stay, no girl, just a suitcase of bad choices and a degree that does nothing. So you crawl back to your mom’s house, which would be depressing if your mom wasn’t a thick, soft, curvy nurse who looks like she escaped from a porn thumbnail by mistake. She’s caring, kind, always busy, and every time she bends over in those tight clothes you remember why Freud should not be taken lightly. Then there are the sisters. The older one is full goth attitude, stacked in the front, absurdly round in the back, with those long black nails that look like they could hurt in the nicest way. She acts like she hates you, like you’re trash under her boots, and of course that only makes it hotter when the game slowly lets you push into that hate, twist it, make it something else. The younger one is all pink and sugar and wide eyes, way too sweet for the filthy shit the game wants you to think about when she leans in close asking for help, her tiny boobs pressed against you, licking a lollipop like a hentai cliché that somehow still works.

The hook is the hypnotherapist. Mom introduces you to this local therapist friend, and because you studied psychology, you end up as her assistant. At first it feels kinda legit: you sit in her office, watch her work with clients, listen to them talk about their problems, see her drop them into trance, repeating phrases in that soft tone. Then after some sessions, something shifts. The game lets you notice how easy it is to steer their thoughts, how a simple suggestion can change behavior, unlock hidden kinks, or break resistance. There is a very particular moment where you’re left alone with one of the patients, she is half under already, and the UI just gives you the option to push deeper or be a good boy. That’s where the whole corruption thing really hits you. This is not just clicking through sex scenes. It’s deciding if you’re going to untie someone’s sense of self and rebuild it in your shape. The same tools that heal are used to turn your mom into your devoted slut, your goth sister into a mindbroken anal toy or a reluctant romantic, your sweet little sister into a creampie addicted doll who squirts on command, or something a bit less monstrous if you want. There is voyeurism everywhere: doors left half open, bathroom scenes where you watch them masturbate, late night sleep sex temptation, the option to slide your hand into panties while they breathe slow and helpless, or shove a toy inside them under hypnosis, teach them that “relaxing” means opening their mouth for deepthroat or spreading their big ass. The game does not blush about race either; there are ebony bodies, interracial setups, a harem angle where every woman in the house and outside slowly or suddenly or violently becomes yours, and if you like to play the male domination route, the writing really leans into calling them slaves, pets, obedient property that still somehow talk back and feel like people, not just dolls. It’s dirty, kind of morally fucked, sometimes oddly romantic, sometimes just pure filth, like when you force a titfuck session in the clinic office between appointments, or when a character you cared about is kneeling, dripping with cum, thanking you for controlling her mind. I kept thinking about whether consent that is created by hypnosis is any consent at all, and then the game would throw another creamy anal scene or a squirt-soaked blowjob at me and my brain went quiet. That conflict between ethics class and porn brain is basically the whole experience.

Strange Nights feels like somebody took Life is Strange, spilled horny thoughts all over the script, then said “yeah, that’s fine” and hit upload. You’re not Max here, you’re Mark Jefferson, the creepy photography teacher, except now the game just admits he’s creepy and gives him time powers as a sex mechanic. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re in the classroom talking about composition and light, next moment you’re rewinding a conversation to nudge a quiet student into trusting you a bit too much, then a bit more, then “oops, guess we’re in the darkroom and your skirt is on the floor.” The mind control stuff is handled like a drunk philosophy major wrote it in Google Docs: half “what is morality?” and half “ok, now she kneels.” I actually like that, because the English is slightly weird in places and that makes the dirty talk feel raw, like some fanfic that got out of hand. Sometimes the phrasing is clumsy in a way that hits extra hard, like when a girl calls him “sir” three times in one sentence. In a AAA game it would be cringe, here it’s just… hot and wrong.

What surprised me is how hard it leans into female domination and then forgets it two clicks later. You’ll have this scene where a girl takes control, sits on his face, orders him to shut up while she uses him, fingers in his hair, calling him her “good toy,” and you think “oh, nice, they go this direction.” And then the next encounter he’s snapping his fingers and rewinding her resistance out of existence so she’s the one begging to suck his cock behind the school. It feels messy and that kind of fits this sleazy Blackwell where everyone is one bad decision away from corruption. Some of the best moments are in the small things: a student glancing at his crotch while pretending to talk about homework, a lesbian side route where two girls kiss for “practice” and end up grinding on each other on his desk while he pretends to stop them for about half a second. Oral, anal, vaginal, handjobs, it’s all there, usually with a bit of teacher-student power imbalance sprinkled like salt. The BDSM flavor is more about control and humiliation than hardware; a hand tight on a throat, a girl with tears in her mascara but still pushing back on his cock, a little “count your own slaps” game that goes on way too long and somehow is the most memorable part. The animations are a bit stiff at times and sometimes a moan will loop in a weird way, but you’re not here to analyze frame data, you’re here to watch a morally ruined teacher use supernatural bullshit to twist young, pretty lives around his dick in a world that already felt corrupt in the original game, just now nobody pretends it’s not about sex.

Emily looks like that girl you had in your class who pretended she had her life together while secretly scrolling Pornhub in Chrome incognito during boring lectures. The game just makes it official and lets you poke around in every bad decision she could make. You’re following this 22-year-old in a regular school setting, but it doesn’t stay regular for long. One moment she’s trying to be a decent student, next moment she’s on her knees in a locked classroom, hoping nobody tries the door while she’s tasting her professor. It’s that kind of story where you keep telling yourself “I’ll keep her pure this run” and ten clicks later she’s doing webcamming for “study money” with a vibrator in her ass and that stupid ahegao face that looks ridiculous and somehow still hot. The structure is simple on the surface, but it feels like Tinder and OnlyFans and blackmail porn all got thrown into a Ren’Py blender and someone forgot to put the lid on.

There’s this nice tension between “romance route” and “total corruption” that sounds boring on paper but actually messes with your brain when you play. You can have Emily in a soft, almost wholesome relationship, where she blushes when her older boyfriend kisses her neck and she masturbates quietly under her blanket with her phone on silent, trying not to wake her roommate. Or you just go full chaos and let her slide into prostitution, where a random older guy uses her like a toy in the back of his car and she’s half ashamed, half thrilled that he doesn’t even ask her name. The game loves to mix male domination and female domination too, which is fun. One route she’s being blackmailed by a bully who has some compromising pics and makes her strip in the school restroom while his phone is recording. Another route, she has some dirt on a strict teacher and suddenly she’s the one slowly unzipping his pants while he begs her not to leak anything. The voyeurism moments are weirdly specific. Like, there’s a scene where she “accidentally” leaves her curtains open and pretends she doesn’t know the neighbor is watching her ride a dildo on her chair. It feels like those shady Twitter clips you watch on your phone in the bathroom at work when you should check Slack instead.

The best part is that none of this is clean. In Netflix language this would be called a “coming-of-age romance” but in here it’s more “coming-on-desk, coming-in-mouth, coming-on-camera”. Some runs you push her into interracial gangbang stuff that escalates really fast. It starts with her giving one guy a lazy blowjob behind the gym, then you blink and she’s surrounded by three dudes who just pass her around while she drools and moans and the text describes how her body is getting more used to it each time. Other times the game slows down and just lets you sit with her while she fingers herself in the shower, thinking about whether she should cheat on her current lover with that hot DILF who keeps flirting. There are actually multiple endings, but you only feel that when you hit a really dark netorare route and suddenly Emily is smiling while someone else is fucking her in front of the man who actually loves her. Of course on my first run I told myself I’d avoid that and still ended up watching her grind on another guy’s lap while her “boyfriend” just stands there, helpless. That route is kind of mean in a good way. On the other side, if you play it slow, you can keep her closer to a “good girl” and she still strips for money in a private club, just with nicer lighting and a bit more romance before the oral and vaginal stuff happens. The visual style is very 2dcg VN-ish, nothing crazy, but the way they show faces during orgasms is oddly specific. Some of her ahegao looks more like she just sneezed and forgot how to breathe, but other times they really nail that “I lost track of my dignity and I don’t care” expression. I do wish the game had one absurd route where she quits everything and joins a monastery, but yeah, that will not happen here.

Promotion party at the boss’s place sounds like boring corporate crap, right? You show up, half dead from overtime, trying to be polite, sip something cheap from a fancy glass and smile at the right moments. Then his wife walks in, and suddenly that whole “career focus” thing just falls out of your brain like a bugged app crashing on launch. She’s older, not some shy little college toy, and her body is pure trouble from the first frame: that kind of thick ass that makes you lose eye contact, tits barely contained in a dress that probably costs more than your monthly rent, lipstick that says “I know exactly what I’m doing.” The fun part is how slowly she circles you. It’s not instant porn logic. She starts with these small looks, fake innocent questions about your work, leaning a bit too close on the sofa so her thigh is almost touching yours, brushing your hand when she passes you a drink. You get these animated loops of her crossing her legs, licking her lips, bending just a little too far when she reaches for a bottle. It feels like those moments at the office Christmas party when you know something is wrong but it’s also the only exciting thing that happened all year.

What I liked most is how the game makes you sit in that filthy grey zone. She knows what she is doing. You know what she is doing. The only idiot who doesn’t is your boss in the next room bragging about quarterly results. The choices hit that sweet spot between “I should be a good employee” and “ok, ruin my life please.” You can play the nervous polite guy who keeps pulling his hand away when she strokes your thigh under the table, or push your luck and flirt back hard. There is a scene where she corners you in the kitchen, pretends to help you clean a glass, then slowly wraps her fingers around your wrist in this very obvious handjob foreshadowing way, breathing against your ear while you’re one thin door away from the boss. The camera lingers on her nails, the way her dress rides up over her hips, and honestly it’s ridiculous how long I stared at a single loop on my phone like a teenager. The corruption is not just her cheating on her husband, it’s her dragging you down with her, piece by piece, until you’re the guy who lets his boss’s wife sink to her knees in the bathroom and take you in her mouth while you try not to moan over the sound of the sink water. Some expressions look a bit stiff here and there and once her smile looked like she had just smelled something weird instead of being horny, but then the next frame her eyes go half-lidded and she’s stroking the bulge in your pants through your clothes and I forgot to care. It’s messy, hot, sometimes a little clumsy, like real bad decisions usually are. By the time she’s guiding your hand to her tits and whispering that your boss is “too busy with work to appreciate her properly,” you already know you’re fucked, in more ways than one.

Rain, shitty fluorescent lights, and this supermarket that feels like it should close ten years ago, that’s where this thing starts. Not some heroic fantasy, just a tired guy wanting to go home and touch grass or at least touch his bed, and then this weird fog crawls in outside and everything goes sideways. Doors don’t open, phones start losing signal, people quickly stop acting nice. I liked how it doesn’t jump straight into sex. First you walk around, check aisles, talk to strangers who pretend to be normal. An office lady shaking a little but still trying to keep it together, some creep that talks too much, a “helpful” clerk who smiles too wide. You feel that pressure building like a storm in your chest, and then the game starts asking you those quiet nasty questions: what do you trade for safety, who do you sell out, who do you touch when no one can leave anyway.

Once the fear settles in, the corruption really starts to taste heavy. It’s not just monsters outside, it’s people rotting from inside, and your guy can lean into that very hard. One moment you’re comforting a scared girl in the storage room, the next moment your hand is on her thigh and the text is like “you could pull away, but why would you.” The scenes aren’t shy at all: sloppy oral in the staff toilet while someone bangs on the door, a handjob under the counter while alarms scream somewhere in the background, rough domination in that frozen-goods aisle where you always get cold feet in real life. I liked that some of the sex feels almost transactional and ugly, like prostitution without the money, just “I’ll protect you if you get on your knees.” There’s this one part where a character you were nice to before basically offers herself because the fear broke her, and it hits messy: hot and fucked up at same time. Animation is surprisingly expressive, too, small details in faces, that little flinch when you grab hair a bit too hard, cum shots that don’t just fade out politely but actually hit skin and clothes and stay there while they keep talking like it’s normal.

The horror isn’t background dressing either. Sometimes you’re mid-blowjob and there is this sound from outside, like something huge scratching the metal shutters, and you have this half-second choice: keep going or stop and check. And it’s funny how often “keep going” feels like the only sane thing. Violence pops in when people finally crack completely, and the game does this cruel thing where a guy you forced to watch you use his partner later tries to stab you. I kinda hated one detail where snack prices on the shelves are all over the place and my brain kept comparing them to my local Lidl, which pulled me out of the scene every time, but anyway. Data-brain me was watching my own choices like they are a chart: every time I picked the more dominant, cruel option, the story branches drifted darker, characters’ body language changed, their eyes more dead, the sex more desperate, more choking, less romance and more “shut up and open your mouth.” You can travel between sections of the supermarket, like a sad little open world of horror and horny, and it’s weird how quickly the storage room becomes your private fuck dungeon while the front entrance turns into a war zone. By the time the fog feels almost normal, your guy is either a dirty guardian devil or just a monster in human shape, and the game doesn’t really judge you, it just lets you keep pushing until there’s nothing left of “ordinary people” except sweat, cum, bruises and that sick little thrill of having power where the world outside turned to shit.

A bunch of sweet, horny witches mess up a ritual, pull a smug demon straight out of hell, and somehow the biggest danger in the room is a microwave that hates everyone. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’re this demon guy, showing up in their cozy little coven house, and instead of chains and fire you get soft couches, hot tea, and girls who can literally set your balls on fire if you talk back too much. They’re cute, they’re chaotic, half of them clearly never had a proper sex talk, and suddenly you’re the supernatural roommate who has to decide if you’re going to behave, corrupt the whole place, or pretend you’re civilized while staring at their tits whenever they bend over. It feels a bit like when I hide in the bathroom with my phone, saying I’m “checking email”, and actually I’m watching a demon get a handjob from a witch who still has flour on her ass because she was baking cookies one minute before.

The fun part is how much the game lets you poke at the tone. You can lean into being a pervy bastard, grab the dominant role, pull hair, spank, make them kneel, creampie the smug one while she’s still trying to finish her spell and suddenly can’t remember the words because she’s too full. Or you act all polite and let the girls climb on top, ride your face, tie your wrists, make you “their” demon. There’s this scene where one of them pretends she’s just “checking your aura” and her hand just slides slower and slower over your crotch, and you have that classic choice: do you let her tease you until you’re shaking, or snap and flip her onto the table, panties around her ankle like some porn ad on xHamster. The game throws in group stuff too, like you walk into the wrong room, everybody half naked “practicing a ritual”, and suddenly you’re pushed down, one girl shoving her tits in your face, another grinding her big ass on your lap, somebody else watching from the door pretending she’s not touching herself. A lot of the sex is optional, but honestly I kept clicking the dirtiest answer like a raccoon going for shiny things. And yeah, it has that slow “romance” side too, where you talk feelings, touch her hand, then ten minutes later you’re fucking her against a wall while she screams your name and forgets whatever “rules of the coven” she was lecturing you about earlier. I’m still annoyed by one tiny thing: there is this magic effect in one scene that looks like a cheap screen saver, and now I see it in my head every time someone moans. I’ll probably keep playing anyway, between washing dishes and pretending to check WhatsApp.

This one feels like somebody took Big Brother, locked it in a basement, fed it cheap porn and snuff flicks, then said “ok, now fuck up 20 people’s lives on camera.” You start as this regular guy who thinks he’s just signing up for a crazy reality show with a cash prize and hot strangers. It looks like trash TV at first: fake smiles, cheesy host, everyone trying to look sexy for the invisible audience. Then very slowly it slips, like a condom tearing and you only notice when everything’s already inside. One girl gets “punished” on stream with forced oral while the others pretend it’s just part of the game. One of the dudes gets blackmailed into joining a group scene he clearly doesn’t want, and the show edits it like some glamorous orgy. It’s erotic, yeah, but there’s this nasty taste underneath, like you’re complicit just by clicking “next scene.”

Sex is everywhere, but not in a soft way. There’s anal in cramped showers where you can almost feel the steam and cheap tiles under bare feet. Messy creampies that feel less like romance and more like marking territory for the cameras. Interracial scenes where the producers obviously push stereotypes, then sometimes flip them so hard it’s uncomfortable in a different way. People use teasing as a weapon: slow handjobs given in front of jealous contestants, sleep sex moments that are sexy and wrong at the same time, like your brain screaming “hey, that’s fucked” while your dick doesn’t agree. One of the harsher episodes has multiple penetration as a “challenge” and you can see in the dialogue that half of the people are doing it because they’re terrified of being truly eliminated. Not voted out. Eliminated. And the game does not hide what that word means. The violence is not artistic. Throats are cut, bones break, there’s blood on the same floor where you saw them fucking the night before, and somehow the camera angle still cares about the curves of the body more than the wound. I kind of hate that. I kind of love that.

The future setting is like a cheap plastic wrapper: shiny sci-fi screens, reality show tech, drones recording everything, but it all feels low-rent and believable, like some Twitch stream funded by a shady crypto whale. The 3D models are detailed enough that you feel every slap and every kiss, but faces sometimes slip into that almost-dead valley when they climax. Actually, sometimes that fits the tone too well. You juggle conversations, push people into alliances, set up harem-style situations where half the girls want you, and the other half only pretend to because the producers are whispering about “ratings” in their ears. One of my favorite fucked up little moments: you’re in the kitchen, doing nothing special, just picking dialog, and you accidentally corner a girl into admitting a dark secret on mic. Ten minutes later, she’s on her knees, giving you a blowjob she clearly thinks will save her from the next violent “elimination event.” It’s erotic in a deeply broken way. It’s also trash. But sometimes trash is the only honest thing left.

You wake up on this screwed up alien rock with a headache, a hard-on, and basically no clue who or what you pissed off to get dropped there. No friendly AI, no tutorial, no “welcome, prisoner #something” screen. Just cold ground, strange sky, and creatures staring at you like you’re both lost puppy and walking sex toy. It feels like you spawned in the middle of someone else’s fetish dream that went a bit too far and didn’t know when to stop. And the game doesn’t waste much time before it starts rubbing that in your face, literally at one point. One of the first encounters I had was with this towering monster girl with skin like something grown in the dark side of a lab, all glowing lines and ridges, and she talks like your body is a rare resource. She doesn’t even pretend you’re a person first. You’re a thing, a tasty one. The way she grabs the guy’s jaw, checking his teeth before deciding she’d rather feel his mouth somewhere else, made me think of some cult priestess inspecting a sacrifice before the ritual turns really wet.

Sex scenes here feel less like “romance route unlocked” and more like you got dragged into an eldritch breeding program that happened to learn what a blowjob is. Oral isn’t gentle; it’s hungry. The alien girls act like your cock is a strange tool they really want to master, but if it breaks, eh, there are probably more of you out there. One of them has this huge, perfect ass and tits that look like gravity gave up, but the game keeps reminding you she’s still a predator underneath, with little details: claws curled just a bit too tight on your thighs while she rides you, pupils narrowing when you moan, that moment when she stops for a second like she’s listening to some other voice before pushing you deeper inside her again. It hits this weird mix of “hot” and “am I about to be eaten,” except you kind of hope if you get eaten it starts with a long, sloppy handjob and a throat that feels way too warm to be human. The whole story leans into that vibe where you’re rare and valuable, but “valuable” in the way ancient cults valued a virgin on a stone altar. You’re a prize, just not for your comfort or survival. Weirdly comforting, in a fucked up way. The game knows exactly what it is.

What really stuck in my head is how the world itself feels like a horny version of an unknowable god. You walk around in this sci-fi fantasy mix where nothing truly welcomes you, everything examines you. The alien girls are hot, yeah, big tits and big asses and all the usual porn brain candy, but the way they talk about humans feels off, almost clinical, like they read about us in a sacred manual that mixed biology notes with a sex guide. One scene has an alien teasing the guy with slow strokes, hand gliding over his cock like she’s testing pressure points, asking these strange questions about his reactions like some lab researcher, then suddenly dropping her mouth on him without warning, taking him to the base, gagging a bit, and laughing because she likes the taste. It’s not “do you like this, baby,” it’s “ah, interesting response, do it again.” The whole time, you get this undercurrent that if you stop being useful, or interesting, or fertile, you’ll just vanish like the others they barely mention. That weird tension makes the porn more intense, at least for me. Like, yeah, she’s sucking you off beneath a sky that looks older than your species, but there’s always this feeling that something even bigger is watching both of you and treating the scene like data. It’s not a comforting game. It’s horny, messy, and strangely cold around the edges, like Lovecraft wrote a space porn VN during a nervous breakdown and accidentally learned what a handjob is in the process.

Guy in this thing is a total simp in the best and worst way. Whole story feels like watching some horny telenovela where the main dude keeps saying “I’ll do anything for you” and then you actually see what “anything” means. It starts kind of sweet, almost too sweet, with him orbiting around this one woman like a lost puppy, and then little by little the whole house, the whole environment, turns into his personal porn universe. It’s one of those kinetic ones where you don’t click choices, you just let it wash over you, like binging trashy Netflix but everyone is naked half the time and nobody uses condoms unless the plot wants a creampie shot. The vibe is slow at first, but the teasing is brutal. Long looks, clothes that somehow never fit right, camera angles that love to stay on big tits and asses just a bit too long while nothing “officially” happens. And then suddenly he’s got a mouthful of pussy and you’re like, ok, we skipped the talking part.

The voyeurism bits are honestly the thing that hooked me. The game loves to put the guy in situations where he’s watching something he really shouldn’t. A shower door left half open, a bedroom cracked just enough, that classic “oops I walked in while she’s masturbating but I’ll keep watching behind the wall” energy. And of course, since it’s 3D models, the camera gets right in there: fingers glistening, lips parting, her breathing too loud, those tiny movements that look half awkward half insanely hot. Then it flips and suddenly he’s the one jerking off watching them, which somehow feels even dirtier because you already know these girls trust him. That fake innocent house vibe hides a whole harem situation, but the game doesn’t scream “HAREM TIME” in your face, it just… escalates. One day she’s letting him “accidentally” get a peek down her top, next day her tits are wrapped around his dick and she’s spitting on the tip while calling it “just helping out.” It’s not subtle, but it kind of pretends to be, and that makes it funnier.

Sex scenes are pretty straightforward, nothing super kinky, more like “vanilla but turned to max volume.” Oral is everywhere. You get a lot of closeups of tongues sliding along shafts, lips stretching around the head, that messy spit string when she pulls back. Sometimes it’s romantic, sometimes it feels like she’s just using his cock as a stress toy while talking about something totally normal. The big tits are absolutely the star though. The game keeps doing that slow shirt removal, bra digging into skin, and you can see the weight of them when they fall out. There’s a lot of tit-focused stuff: riding him with boobs bouncing in his face, her pressing them together for a sloppy titfuck, nipples gliding over his stomach while she lines him up for vaginal. When it switches to penetration, the camera loves that angle where you see his shaft disappearing inside her, then cutting to her face, flushed, eyes half rolled back, hair stuck to her cheeks. And yeah, creampies. Lots. They don’t even pretend. You see him bottom out, that pause, her nails digging into his back or clenching the sheets, then that thick white flood spilling out when he pulls back, slowly dripping down her hole and inner thighs. It never gets old, but somehow it also gets old, you know?

What surprised me is how horny the “in between” parts are. Even when nobody is actually fucking, the girls are always kind of… performing. One stretches on the couch and the camera zooms right between her legs, panties riding up into her pussy lips. Another bends over to pick something up and you get a full ass shot, curves framed perfectly, her looking back with that fake innocent “oh, you were there?” expression. The teasing is relentless. He’ll walk into a room and one of them will be casually licking an ice cream, tongue wrapping around it like she’s been trained by Pornhub tutorials. Or he’s helping with some normal task and suddenly she guides his hand under her skirt “for balance.” The masturbation scenes are fun too, because each girl does it differently. One is all shy, under the blanket, quiet little moans, rubbing herself in these small circles that gradually get faster. Another is wild, legs spread, loud, plunging fingers inside, using toys, actually grinding into the mattress like she’s trying to break it. Sometimes he watches, sometimes you just watch, and that feels almost more intimate.

And yeah, it’s a harem thing. They orbit him, he orbits them, and it becomes clear he’s not exactly choosing. He’s just falling into bed with whoever is horny enough at that moment. You get those morning wood scenes where he wakes up with someone curled against his chest, tits pressed into him, then her hand “accidentally” finds his cock and stays there. Or the “I was just checking on you” scene that turns into her sliding into the sheets and quietly climbing on top. Vaginal is the main act, but the path to it is basically a blowjob festival. One girl kneels, looks up at him with these huge eyes, one hand around his base, another cupping his balls, mouth stretching wide while she pushes herself deeper, gagging a bit, then grinning when he twitches. Sometimes they swallow, sometimes they pull off right when he cums and let it land across their big tits, rubbing it in like lotion. It’s messy and a little cheap in the best way.

Weird thing is, the story tries to be about “love” and devotion, but half the time it just feels like a dude accidentally unlocking a cheat code in life where every woman around him wants to sit on his face. I didn’t mind. I just wish someone would fix that one lamp in the background that’s always crooked in every scene, it drove me insane and now I can’t stop staring at it while a girl is riding him like her life depends on it. Priorities, I guess.