You know what’s genuinely strange about this game? The cutscenes. Not the animation quality, which is about what you’d expect from something that looks like it was drawn during a particularly horny middle school detention. No, it’s the framing. There’s this one moment where Charlie, our protagonist, is just standing there with this dead eyed expression while a purple tentacle monster with a pornstache explains the economics of scream powered energy. And the camera just... holds. For like an uncomfortable beat too long. It’s not a glitch. It’s a choice. A baffling, brilliant choice that made me laugh harder than any of the actual jokes.

The whole thing is basically a Pornholio fever dream where monsters run a porn studio and need human screams to keep their city running. Charlie’s there to help, I guess, by facilitating what they euphemistically call “auditions.” You click through dialogue trees that mostly involve convincing various creatures to let you, well, produce content with them. The writing is stupid in that very specific way parody games get when they stop caring about making sense and just lean into the chaos. One minute you’re negotiating with a slime girl who speaks in corporate jargon, the next you’re balls deep in a scene that somehow loops back to a joke about craft services.

The sex scenes themselves are static images with text descriptions, and look, I’ve seen smoother pixel art on a broken Game Boy. But there’s this one bit with a werewolf that genuinely surprised me. Not because it was hot, but because the dialogue actually had a rhythm to it. A weird, off kilter back and forth that felt almost... human? Which is a crazy thing to say about a game where you can also bang what I can only describe as a sentient pile of VHS tapes. The whole thing’s a mess, but it’s a mess that knows exactly what it is. And I still can’t figure out if that one background character was supposed to be a reference to something or if the artist just got lazy with the line work.