The first five minutes already told me this isn’t the kind of game you “grind” in - unless you count grinding on the office couch while Power stares like she’s about to either punch you or kiss you. The whole setup looks like someone mixed an idol management sim with a casting couch sketch, then decided to throw in random anime universes just because they could. It shouldn’t work, but it does… kind of. You’re juggling schedules, shooting scenes, trying to keep the studio budget from collapsing while Mitsuri asks - very politely, blushing and all - if her next role can be “something rougher.” I said yes before realizing I hadn’t upgraded the lighting rig, so the entire scene looked like it was filmed in a basement. Somehow that made it hotter? Maybe I’m broken.

Then there’s Erza, who acts exactly like she’s still in some noble mission until you hand her a script titled “Dungeon Discipline.” Her expression doesn’t even flinch; she grabs a whip, gives a speech about honor, then drops to her knees the second you call cut. The game keeps mixing tones like that - one minute it’s management spreadsheets, next minute it’s a moaning mess of pixel bodies, camera angles clashing with physics that don’t care about gravity. Sometimes the dialogue is written like parody, sometimes it hits a strangely genuine note, like when Yor complains about being typecast as “the sexy mom spy” and you actually feel bad for her… right before the next close-up sequence ruins any sympathy you had.

There’s something charmingly messy here. Maybe it’s the way the devs stitched together worlds that should never cross: Demon Slayer meets Fairy Tail meets a spreadsheet of orgasms. Yin, the quietest assistant, keeps sending messages like “we need more lube stock,” which feel too real considering how chaotic everything gets. I tried to play it seriously for ten minutes, taking notes, checking stats - but then Nami winked during a failed shoot and the camera bugged out, freezing mid-thrust. I laughed so hard I forgot what I was reviewing. Maybe that’s the point.