I keep thinking about the queue. Not the game's queue, but the real one, outside the Apple store. I saw a line like that once in Shibuya, people wrapped around the block for a phone that was basically the same as the last one but with a better camera. This game gets that. The desperation. The willingness to debase yourself for shiny glass and titanium. Our heroine, some blonde with more ambition than shame, decides she's not waiting. She has a plan. The plan involves her mouth.

The mechanics are straightforward, maybe too straightforward. You click, she blows. Public spaces, which should feel risky, just feel like backdrops. A park bench, an alley, somewhere near the store probably. The cumshot animations are fine, I guess, but there's this weird delay sometimes between the action and the reaction that pulls you out. Like the game is buffering, but it's not. It's just... thinking. I wish the crowd would react more, or at all. They're just mannequins with phones. The irony is thick but probably accidental.

The Phone X itself, the object of all this messy worship, barely matters. It's a MacGuffin with a screen. You'd think there'd be some mechanic where you get closer to the goal, a meter filling up, a sense of transaction. But no, it's just a series of blowjob scenes with a blonde who looks vaguely like she's been copied from a dozen other games. The cumshot lands, the scene resets. There's no progression, no sense of earning the damn thing. Which, maybe that's the point? A commentary on the emptiness of consumer desire? I'm giving it too much credit. The public tag is wasted. It could have been a whole thing about exhibitionism and risk, but it's just a static image behind a looping animation. Still, I kept clicking. What does that say about me?