Her tits are right there but I can't stop staring at the shelf behind her. There's a box of something, maybe engine parts, with a shipping label peeling off at the corner. The game is this warehouse, see, and she's stolen something. A dress or a toy, the description says. I spent three rounds just zooming in on her collarbone tattoo, some kind of thorny vine that disappears under the strap of her top, trying to figure out if it's a clue. It's not. It's just a really good tattoo on a redhead with freckles that you can almost count if the lighting hits right.

The logic is supposed to be the thing. You watch her strip, piece by piece, and each item she takes off is supposed to tell you what she nicked from your storehouse. A logic striptease. But the logic is broken in that way that makes you feel like a genius when you guess right and a complete idiot when you don't. She'll take off a glove and the answer is a stuffed parrot. What? The arcade part is just a timer ticking down while you click through her poses, her smirk never changing. She's got this one move where she hooks a thumb into her waistband and just pauses, looking right past the screen, and my brain short-circuits every time. I forgot I was supposed to be solving a crime.

The real model thing is what gets you. Not in a glossy way. In a this person exists and has a scar on her knee way. The clothed to unclothed progression feels less like a game and more like a dare. I wish the warehouse background wasn't so interesting. There's a forklift in the corner that's rendered with more care than some entire games I've played on itch.io. I kept getting distracted by a coil of rope on a crate. The erotic part is almost an afterthought, which is maybe the point. Or maybe I'm just bad at puzzles when someone's looking at me like that. The tattoo artist deserves a raise.