Sonnie's panties are white. That's the first thing you notice, because the whole point of this Black Jack game is peeling them off her. It's a strip variant where you're facing this blonde with a smirk that says she knows exactly what you're doing. The Black Jack itself is barebones, almost an afterthought. Hit, stand, the usual. The cards snap down with a sound effect that's just slightly off, like someone recorded it on their phone from across the room.

I got stuck for a solid ten minutes on one hand. Not because the AI was clever, but because I kept getting dealt a 15 against her 6 and every fiber of my being said to stand, and I'd lose anyway. She'd pull a five out of her ass, then a ten, and suddenly she's at 21 with that little giggle animation. The RNG feels vindictive in a way that's almost personal. When you win, a piece of her clothing vanishes. Top first, then those panties. The transition is a simple fade, no fanfare, and she's just there in a slightly different state of undress. The model itself is fine, I guess. Her proportions are a bit like someone described a woman to an alien and the alien did its best.

There's a button to skip the card game entirely if you just want the final state, which makes the whole thing feel weirdly honest. Like the developer knew the Black Jack was just a formality, a hoop to jump through. The audio is a short loop that drills into your skull after three hands. I muted it and put on a podcast about ancient Rome.

The weirdest part is that I kept playing. Not for Sonnie, honestly. I just wanted to beat that smug dealer once more. The porn aspect became secondary to proving the algorithm wrong. That's probably not the intended experience. The panties came off eventually and it was... exactly what you'd expect. A static image. I closed the tab and my podcast was talking about aqueducts. I don't know what that says about me or the game.