You wake up half dead in some dusty tent, head ringing, body wrapped in bandages that smell like herbs and sweat, and the first thing you see is this desert beauty bending over you with her tits almost falling out of her clothes. Not some plastic bimbo, but that soft, dark eyed type, like old anime OVA heroines from the 90s, where the artist actually cared about curves and skin tone. She says her name is Imry, and you can’t remember jack shit, not even your own name, but your dick remembers everything just fine. The game doesn’t rush it, though. You lie there listening to the wind outside, hearing the tribe talking in low voices, the sound of camels, the desert at night. That atmosphere hits you in the brain in this lazy way, like when you rewatch some VHS hentai from your youth and suddenly remember the exact smell of your room back then. Imry keeps leaning in to change bandages, and every time, the camera gets closer to her lips, her neck, the edge of her clothes where her nipple is just barely covered. It’s that kind of slow, teasing erotic, not the modern "HERE IS NAKED BODY IN 3 SECONDS" type. Which is funny, because the game still lets you fuck pretty quickly if you push certain choices.

The whole setup with the tribe and Zaris and his daughter feels like some lost “Arabian nights but horny” doujin that someone found on an old hard drive and turned into a visual novel. You saved the chief’s daughter from bandits, got slammed in the head, now you’re the mysterious warrior outsider in the camp. Of course he offers you his daughter like it’s the most normal thing in the world. She’s this shy but spoiled desert princess, with gold jewelry bouncing on her tits every time she moves, pretending to be all proper while her eyes keep drifting to your crotch when she thinks nobody sees. There’s this one scene where you walk outside the tent at night, moonlight on the sand, wind blowing her veil, and you can choose whether to act like a gentleman or just press her against a tent pole and grind. I picked the “a bit gentle but still horny” option and the CG that followed… yeah, I had to pause and open Telegram because my phone buzzed, and when I looked back, her expression in that moment stuck in my head for hours. Old school blush, a little drool, thighs pressed together, not this sterile porn pose style you see everywhere now.

The mystery stuff about who you are is kinda there, but honestly, I forgot about it halfway because I was too busy trying to unlock all the scenes with Imry. Some dialogue pacing is weird, like the game suddenly jumps from “how is your wound” to “I have always felt alone beneath these stars” and then back to slow handjob in the same conversation, like someone edited three drafts together and said “good enough.” There is also one choice where the timing of the text box completely killed the tension for me, but I still clicked through because the next CG promised nipple. Sometimes the desert background looks copy pasted, sometimes it hits you with this really nice sunset and you think “damn, this would be a killer wallpaper on my old Windows XP machine.” The sex is more about skin and eyes and those small touches, like fingers brushing over scars, the way her clothes slip aside instead of just vanishing. Penetration scenes are direct, lots of fluids, hips slapping, that good stuff, but my favorite bits were the small lewd moments, like Imry’s hair all messy after she goes down on you and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, pretending nothing happened while her cheeks glow. It feels rough around the edges, like some half forgotten hentai CD-ROM game little perverts like me used to trade on shady forums, and that’s exactly why it stuck in my head after I closed the browser.

Death in this game is like a bad Unity compile: you think “ok, that’s it,” and then it spits you back one year in the past and tells you to try again, except now you got a hard-on and godlike save scumming built into the story. You’re basically a horny superhero with the power of “what if I didn’t fuck that up?” and the whole town is your sandbox. One moment you’re chatting with a tired, hot older woman who has that soft-mom energy and cleavage that never quite fits in her clothes, next moment you’re quietly nudging events so some disaster never happens, while being absolutely distracted by the way her shirt sticks to her when it rains. The game pretends it’s about fate and responsibility, but half the time it feels like the devs asked: “what if time travel was just an excuse to flirt, screw up romances, then reload reality itself?”

The structure is pure visual novel, but it actually reacts. You say the wrong thing to her in one scene, brush off her feelings or push too hard when she clearly isn’t ready, and ten scenes later she looks at you like she remembers every tiny shitty choice you made. There’s this one moment where I tried to be the cool, distant hero, focusing on stopping something huge from happening, and I ignored a small, intimate talk with her in the kitchen. Later, when everything got tense, she just quietly said, “you never listen until it’s too late,” and that hit harder than any explosion. Right after that, the game lets you see her in a really tender, erotic CG, where she finally opens up… and you know you kind of didn’t earn it in that timeline. The hentai scenes are nice and shameless: soft lighting, curves that feel indulgent, a lot of focus on her face when she’s torn between “this is wrong” and “fuck it, I want this.” Sometimes the camera lingers a bit too long on one angle and I kept noticing a tiny shadow artifact on the edge of her hair. It annoyed me once and then I couldn’t unsee it. The dev will never fix it, I just know.

What I like is how your “superpower” is not just shooting lasers or something dumb. It’s messing with cause and effect, changing who comforts who, who survives, who falls in love, and that includes sexual tension that brews forever before it finally snaps. You might protect the town and lose her, or chase her so hard that the town quietly burns in the background, and the game doesn’t slap your wrist right away. It waits. Lets you sit in your mess. The romantic side is surprisingly sweet, almost softboy, then in the next scene you’re pinning her against a wall, kissing her neck while she mutters that this is insane and still pulls you closer. There’s this constant question: are you a hero, or just a guy abusing a cosmic reset button to get into a milf’s panties? The game doesn’t give you a clean answer and honestly it shouldn’t. I do wish there was one completely stupid route where you just waste your power on lottery tickets and porn subscriptions on Steam, but that’s never going to happen and that’s fine. I was going to talk about the supernatural side more but my brain keeps looping back to that one scene where she’s half undressed, asking if the universe is really worth saving if she ends up alone again, and you have to pick between touching her or stepping away. That choice stuck with me longer than any fancy effect or explosion. Maybe the real bug is that I kind of wanted the “wrong” option to feel even better.

AlwaysFan feels like someone smashed together a horny fanfic Discord server, a crime drama from Netflix, and that one horny Bayonetta cosplay thread on Reddit that got deleted too fast. You play as this guy, Chris, but you can rename him to something stupid if you want, and he is basically broke, lost, and surrounded by girls who are somehow even more messed up than him but also soft as fuck when they want. The main one, Emilie, is this pale albino girl with milk-white skin and red eyes that look kinda fragile and dangerous at same time. She looks like she escaped from a Genshin Impact mod, then got dragged into a criminal city full of pervs and creeps. On the surface it is “romance,” but it turns into corruption so quick if you push it. Like one moment you’re just comforting her in some shitty little room, next moment you are touching her thighs and asking her to do things that would get you banned on Twitch in one second. The game lets you push, pull, tease, back off, or just go full unhinged and treat everyone like they’re just bodies to rent out. And the funny thing, it never really tells you you’re wrong. It just lets you sit in it.

What I liked most is how the scenes escalate when you choose the uglier options. There is this whole prostitution path where you go from “we need money” to “ok so she is literally wearing a cheap cosplay wig pretending to be an off-brand blonde pirate girl for some old bastard” and it somehow feels logical inside this dirty universe. It plays with parody stuff too, like girls dressing as fake Naruto kunoichi, a weird titan fetish client who wants “giantess roleplay” in an alley, and some Bayonetta-style leather cosplay with glasses and guns that are not actually loaded because budget. The sex itself is not shy at all. You get groping in public, handjobs under the table, messy blowjobs in backrooms, group scenes where everyone pretends they still have feelings after they cum, and even lactation scenes if you build certain girls into that kind of broken little doll who only feels useful when she is dripping. Those CGs hit different, because the game is not polished clean; some angles are slightly awkward, eyes a bit off, but it makes the scenes feel like stolen porn screenshots instead of corporate hentai. Sometimes boobs are too big, like weirdly big, and I hate it, but after ten minutes I was zooming in on areolas like a degenerate anyway. Choices actually matter too, in that slow “oh shit I ruined her whole life three hours ago” way, especially when you choose between being her protector or the guy who sells her body and still calls it love. It’s fucked up, sweet for one second, then fucked up again, like watching a One Piece filler episode that suddenly turns into underground sex work. You stumble into moments where you’re half-crying with a girl about parents and trauma, then the next click she is on her knees with cum on her pale skin, and you realize the game never promised to be fair. It just asked how far you are willing to go.

Free City is trashy in the best way, like that one bar where the floor sticky, the cocktails weak, and somehow you still end up naked in the bathroom with someone you met ten minutes ago. You play this private eye who is supposed to care about some "suicide case," but baby, the man investigating is thirstier than the whole police department. Every time I tried to follow a clue I ended up following a pair of tits instead. And the game knows it. It throws curves at you all the time, big boobs everywhere, big asses trying to distract you while you pretend to be professional. You question a widow, she is crying, mascara running, and two clicks later she is on the couch with her legs open, asking you in that fake innocent voice if you can "comfort" her. Sure, girl, I bring the comfort and the condom. The whole visual novel flow is slow enough to tease, but not that boring otome slow where you need three hours just to see a hand touch. Here, one wrong answer and suddenly you have her on all fours, her ass up, and the screen full of thick cg that looks like it came straight out of someone’s secret folder named "do_not_open". Then you realize she has a husband. Or had. Or has a boyfriend too. Honestly I lost track, because everyone cheating on everyone and I was sitting there sipping my iced coffee like a messy therapist watching a live soap opera.

The best part is how the game keeps pretending it is a serious noir story while you are busy corrupting half the city. One moment you talk about crime, motives, evidence, being all "hard-boiled detective", the next you are balls-deep in some interracial group scene where you forgot why you came there in the first place. There is romance if you want it, that sugary "I care about you" vibe, but the romance quickly turns into "tie me up and spit in my mouth" if you push the right dialogue options. Some of those bdsm scenes come out of nowhere. You flirt a little, do the soft hand touch, then boom, she is naked, wrists bound to the headboard, big tits pressed together with rope, and you decide if you want to be gentle or absolutely ruin her. And sometimes the game just goes, "Oh, you like girls too?" and hands you a lesbian scene with a side of voyeurism, while you stand back like a sleazy director watching two women go from shy kisses to full tongue, fingers, and one of them riding the other’s face until the bedsheets look like a crime scene by themselves. The group sex bits are wild but messy in a fun way, people grabbing whatever body part in reach, someone taking it in the ass while moaning about how they should not be doing this, someone else with cum dripping on their big boobs, and the story still trying to tell you, "hey, remember, murder mystery?" No, babe, I remember her legs shaking when I picked the "harder" option. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny sound effect during a climax that sounded like someone stirring mac and cheese in a plastic bowl, threw me right out for a second, and now I cannot stop thinking about it. But anyway, every time I thought I would play just a bit and close the tab, suddenly I am six choices deep into another affair, lying to one character while fucking another in an alley, my detective morally bankrupt and my browser history screaming help.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Burned out barista flies to Rio thinking he’s going to “find himself” or some bullshit like that, and the game immediately throws him into the kind of vacation people only talk about when their main browser is on Pornhub and their incognito tab is full of brown skin, sandy beaches and sloppy oral. You’re this dude who spent way too long serving cappuccinos and listening to people complain about soy milk, and now you’re landing in Brazil with a cheap suitcase, a fried brain and exactly zero idea what you’re doing. Which is perfect, because the game pretty much weaponizes that clueless energy. One moment you’re half jetlagged, trying to figure out how to pay for a cab without looking like a complete idiot, next moment you’re standing in front of a beach bar, staring at a brazilian latina with legs for days, feet in sandals, laughing at you while she knows exactly how stupid you look. And yeah, she catches you staring at her toes. The game does this a lot: it lets you get horny in a really messy, human way, not like some clinical porn script. When she notices your eyes slide down, you actually get a choice. Look away and pretend you were checking the sand. Or keep looking and admit it. If you go for the second one, her smile changes a little, and you suddenly understand this trip is not about “rest”. It’s about how far you’ll actually go once no one from your boring cafe life is watching.

Stuff escalates slowly and then all at once. There’s the first beach party where everyone’s drunk on cheap caipirinha and outdated reggaeton hits, and you’re squeezed between sweaty bodies, lights, and this girl pressing her ass against you while her boyfriend is literally five meters away buying drinks. Or not her boyfriend. The game never makes it clean. It plays with that netorare edge in a way that feels more like a bad decision on a hot night than some hardcore fetish show. You get scenes where you’re sitting at a plastic table, sand under your feet, she slips off her flip flop and her toes slide over your crotch while she pretends to talk about “culture” and “Brazilian spirit”, and her guy is right there laughing at something on his phone. In one branch he catches on, in another he just stays blissfully dumb. Sometimes you feel like a piece of shit, sometimes you don’t care at all, and the script doesn’t try to clean it up for you. When she drags you to the water later and pushes you against the rocks to suck you off while the tide hits your legs, you remember that you were supposed to “reflect on your life choices” this year. Instead you’re getting wet sand on your ass and her mouth around your dick while she strokes you with the same foot that teased you earlier at the bar, making half-muffled jokes in portuguese you barely get. It’s romantic for two seconds, then filthy, then kind of romantic again. Like a party that smells like sunscreen, sweat and cheap perfume, and you only realize you lost your wallet when you’re already back in the hostel bed, still tasting her on your lips.

The game pretends to be about choices, and in a way it is, but it’s not that tidy “good route / bad route” stuff you see everywhere. You can chase a more tender vacation romance with one girl, share quiet moments with her on the beach at sunset, listen to her talk about trying to get out of the favela, kiss her slowly, feel her tongue slide into your mouth while she climbs on your lap, her bikini bottoms pushed aside so she can ride you carefully while waves crash in the background. Or you can screw that up completely by answering one question wrong and ending in some cramped back room of a noisy bar, where another woman drops to her knees so fast it feels almost transactional, letting you fuck her throat while her mascara smudges and her feet rub together along your shaft in a messy footjob that’s more desperation than affection. Sometimes it feels like you’re the tourist ruining people’s lives, other times you’re just a guy getting dragged along in someone else’s chaos. There is interracial stuff, yeah, and the game doesn’t treat it like porn category labels, just like reality: different tones of skin tangled together on sweaty sheets, breath in your ear, nails on your back, a leg over your shoulder while you go down on her until she pulls your hair because you’re too rough. It’s not “polished” at all. Some scenes feel rushed, some jumps between daytime coffee in a small cafe and night-time blowjob in a dark alley are jarring, and sometimes the tone flips so fast you wonder if two writers fought over the script in a Google Doc. But that messy vibe is exactly like a real bad decision vacation. You tell yourself you came here to rest. Then you wake up with sand in your shoes, bite marks on your chest, a girl’s phone number written on your arm in marker, and you’re already checking if she’s online while another woman sends you a message asking if you’re coming to the next party. The game never asks if you deserve any of it. It just lets you sink deeper.

Guy stuck in some shitty future office job, numbing himself with Spotify and porn on second monitor, then boom, random email: “hey, you own an entire tropical archipelago now.” I mean sure, obvious scam, but in this story it’s actually real, and he just goes. No hesitation, no lawyer, just “ok, I’m a rich island master now, cool.” I kinda love how fast it throws you into the fantasy. One minute you’re surrounded by concrete and neon, next minute you land on this ridiculous paradise full of wet sand, wet skin, wet everything, and this insanely classy woman meets you at the dock, calls you “Master” with that calm, trained smile that already screams “I know exactly how to make you break all your morals.” She’s hot in that hentai office-lady way, big tits pressed into a too-tight outfit, acting all professional while clearly ready to bend the rules and probably her spine.

The structure is visual novel style, but it sneaks in management stuff so you’re not just clicking next text like a zombie. You’re technically running this island group, investing money, deciding what buildings to put, who works where. And every “responsible” choice somehow leads to more perversion. Upgrade a facility? Suddenly there’s a scene where your staff are “celebrating” in your private villa with their clothes on the floor and their legs open. Got a research lab? They’re not studying fish, they’re testing this creepy futuristic machine that can mess with memories and lust. I swear the first time I used it on that shy girl who kept blushing and covering her chest, I was like “ok this is fucked up” and then five clicks later I’m watching her grind on a metal frame, moaning your name, eyes glazed, while the machine slowly strips away her resistance. The game really leans into corruption, like not just “she likes sex now,” but watching her go from normal worker to addicted slut who peeks at camera feeds and fingers herself while spying on other couples.

Sex scenes don’t stay one-on-one for long. The moment the island economy starts running, you basically become this horny overlord scheduling meetings that end in group sex. There’s this one beach party where you pretend it’s some celebration of progress, but really it’s just an excuse to watch them drunk on sun and lust, bodies all over the sand, a messy mix of big asses bouncing, big boobs slapping, two girls sharing your cock while a third rides your face. Sometimes there’s a monster angle too, like the tech or weird creatures from the ocean getting involved, tentacle-ish stuff that feels half sci fi, half wet dream, and the girls go from fear to obsession so fast it’s almost funny. Also, the voyeur angle is strong as hell. You unlock hidden cameras in showers, staff rooms, even the lab. One time I opened the cam menu on my phone on the subway and forgot volume, and suddenly this girl is on screen getting railed against a glass wall, moaning so hard people looked at me. I pretended it was TikTok but yeah, no one believed that. Anyway, the romance part is there if you want to pretend you care, you can pick favorites, take them on “dates” under the palm trees, tell them sweet things, then order them to kneel in the sand and swallow everything like good pets. The game lets you be as soft or as much of a manipulative bastard as you want, but it always comes back to the same thing: you’re the master of this sunny little sex factory, and every pretty thing on that island is one decision away from being on her knees or on a machine, moaning your name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.

Homeboy comes back from his “year abroad” like he just discovered culture, and walks into a house that feels the same but somehow way dirtier. Not the furniture, the vibes. Mom’s still stacked like a hentai thumbnail, stepdad’s still pretending to be the wholesome nice guy, and the two sisters are… yeah, not how he left them. The game drops you right in the middle of this horny little pressure cooker where everyone’s pretending nothing weird is going on while literally everything is weird. You’re the son, you’re broke, trying to find a job, and instead of working on your CV you’re out here watching your own family like a degenerate peeking from behind the curtains. One second you’re in the kitchen talking about “future plans” and next second you’re getting flashbacks of how your mom’s shirt always rides up when she reaches for the top shelf and your brain just turns into Pornhub recommendations.

The game loves to play that slow, rotten corruption thing. At first it’s just small shit. You walk into the living room at the wrong moment and your older sister’s skirt “accidentally” rides up while she’s watching some Netflix clone on her laptop. Younger sister’s glued to her phone, doing that fake innocent student routine, but when you pass her door at night there’s that soft wet sound and a choked breath and your dumb ass just stands there, listening, hand already on your dick before you even realize it. The voyeur stuff hits hard: crack of the door, bathroom mirror fogged, mom bent over the sink in a towel that’s one bad knot away from dropping, and you’re there, hiding, blood pumping way too loud in your ears. Sometimes you catch stepdad grabbing her ass in the kitchen, his hand way too low, her pretending to push him away while still pressing back into him. You start noticing he stays out late more, and when he’s home, he’s rougher, like some switch flipped. There’s that one scene where you see him arguing with mom, his voice raised, and then it cuts to him dragging her to the bedroom. You don’t see everything at first, just hear the bed banging and her moans sounding a little too close to crying, and the game just leaves you with that messed up mix of jealousy, anger, and straight up arousal.

Then the cheating and interracial stuff starts dripping in, not subtle at all. Mom “goes out with a friend” and suddenly she’s in the back of some dude’s car, face buried in his lap, her big tits bouncing while she chokes a little on his cock and pretends she still has morals. Your older sister sneaks out to “study” and ends up riding some huge black guy like he’s the final boss of her degree, and later you accidentally see the video on her phone when she goes to shower. The game lets you decide if you just watch, confront, or quietly use that shit later while you jerk off alone in your room. That’s the thing: masturbation scenes are everywhere, like the house itself is horny and leaking. You catch mom with her fingers buried deep between her thighs after a fight with stepdad, see your younger sister grinding on her pillow, see your own reflection in the monitor light while you stroke it to some CG scene of the same women you just had breakfast with. Sometimes there’s a tiny romance beat, like mom looking at you too long, hand resting on your shoulder a little too soft, or your sister cuddling up to you on the couch while pretending to be scared of some movie. Next day she’s snapping at you again like nothing happened and you’re left half hard and confused. Anal, oral, groping in tight spaces, sneaky handjobs under tables, the game just stacks all the family-relationship shit until you’re not sure if this is still a “nice son returns home” story or a full-blown degeneration arc. And it somehow feels even worse when the sex gets tender for a second, like when mom kisses you slow, like a real lover, after you’ve already done the nastiest things together. You sit there, pants around your ankles, feeling like the most fucked up romantic idiot on the internet, and then you click “next scene” anyway.