You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

Ashe feels like that coworker you barely notice at the office, the one who always wears the same hoodie and keeps staring at her phone like it owes her rent money. Except she’s packing a ridiculous cock under those jeans, huge tits barely contained, and somehow every woman in her orbit is either a walking temptation or a walking trauma. The game drops you into her life right when everything starts cracking: old crush coming back into town, secrets that should have stayed buried, and Ashe trying not to jerk off in the shower every morning thinking about the girls she never had the guts to touch in school. It’s very lesbian and futa focused, nothing “no homo bro” here, just shameless girl on girl and futa on girl, plus the occasional futa on futa “ok now who’s actually going inside who” situation. The writing leans a lot on teasing, like long scenes where hands linger on thighs, where someone’s face is way too close to Ashe’s bulge, where a tongue almost touches but doesn’t, and you’re screaming at your screen “just put it in already” while pretending you’re totally fine. Then suddenly the game goes from slow build to “oh, there’s a futa pounding a virgin against the kitchen counter and a MILF watching from the hallway rubbing herself under her robe.”

It has that voyeur vibe that makes you feel like a creep in the best way. You get scenes where Ashe accidentally walks in on two girls making out, one of them with a strap on already glistening, and she freezes in the doorway, and instead of closing it like a normal human she keeps watching, grabbing her own shaft under the pants until they notice her and things turn into messy group action. I ended up collecting screenshots like a degenerate archivist, with my folder full of half censor-barred nipples from my Android gallery app and Google Photos deciding one day to “create a memory” from my collection of Ashe giving handjobs in a parked car. There is actual anal too, not just mentioned once and forgotten. The kind where the camera lingers too long on a tight asshole being opened slowly, fingers first, then Ashe pushing in while the girl claws at the sheets, biting the pillow, muttering she can’t take it and then very clearly taking all of it. Interracial comes up casually, like it should, you get brown thighs, pale thighs, thick asses of all shades grinding on Ashe’s lap while she’s trying to pretend she’s in control. One scene with a gym locker room, wet skin, dripping hair, and Ashe loses it and ends up on her knees between a tall dark skinned futa’s legs, throat fucked until her eyes water while another girl squeezes Ashe’s tits from behind.

There is a bit of NTR flavor in one route that made me pause, but it’s more like emotional cuckquean drama than cheap shock. Ashe watching a girl she clearly wants getting touched by someone else, hand involuntarily sliding inside her panties while she “totally just happens to be there.” You can avoid that, but even when I did, the game still slaps you with messy feelings layered over filthy sex. One moment you’re laughing at a dumb joke about lube and coffee, next moment you’re watching Ashe masturbate alone in her dark apartment, phone in one hand, cock in the other, scrolling through old photos of a girl she can’t forget. The pacing sometimes drags, like the dev got lost in their own feelings and forgot we’re here to see Ashe fuck the insecurity out of women, but then you get this crazy exhibition scene in a public place where she’s getting her dick sucked behind a half closed door while people walk past, and it pulls you right back. Boobs are big, asses bigger, there is more oral than a pornhub compilation, and some of the groping scenes in tight clothes honestly turned me on more than the full nude stuff. It’s messy, horny, awkward, sometimes way too real if you ever had that “I want her so bad but I’m a coward” phase, and I kept clicking forward just to see how far Ashe can spiral before she either fucks everyone or breaks completely. I still haven’t decided which outcome is hotter.

Rockford is one of those MCs who looks like he has his whole shit together on paper, but you can tell the guy is emotionally scuffed as hell. You play him as this hotshot prosecutor who can ruin a gangster’s month with one closing argument, then go home, stare at his phone, and jerk off in the shower instead of actually calling any of the girls who obviously want his dick. It’s kind of funny at first, then it gets weirdly hot when you see how all that control he uses in court starts leaking into the bedroom. The first time he finally gives in and lets a girl go down on him, that scene feels earned. You were sitting through all the courtroom drama, all the macho “justice system” talk, then suddenly he is pinned to a couch while a woman who knows him way too well is on her knees, drool stringing off his shaft, and he’s trying not to make noise because he “doesn’t lose control.” Sure, man. Until she starts stroking him with both hands, twisting just a bit, and you watch his whole persona crack. That slow build is the whole thing here: he tries to stay professional, then the story keeps pushing him next to women who just do not give a fuck about his emotional walls and keep rubbing against them. And him. Literally.

The four main women are where most people are going to lock in. The homicide detective is the classic “we fucked once, never talked about it, still got the chemistry” situation. She’ll be grilling him about a murder, then there’s this moment where her shirt is unbuttoned a little too low, he glances, she notices, and the tension just snaps. There is this sex scene in her apartment, half empty pizza box on the table, TV muted, where she climbs on top still half dressed, riding him with slow, grinding hips while she keeps talking about the case in this low voice. Then she stops mid-sentence when he thrusts up hard and you see her lose the thread. Stuff like that hits way harder than the usual “oh no we tripped and now we’re naked.” The colleague from the office is more of that “I’ve known you since we were kids, I know exactly how to break you” energy. When she finally gives him a handjob in his office, using the desk like it’s just another tool, there’s this mix of affection and just straight-up filth. She spits in her hand, grins at him, and even while she’s pumping him fast, playing with his balls under the table, she’s still talking shop. And when he explodes all over her fingers and her blouse, she just laughs and licks him off her knuckles like it’s no big deal. The romance part sneaks up on you, especially with the sweet teacher girl. First she looks like the “wholesome route,” but then you get her alone, lights off, her panties already damp because she’s been thinking about his voice from court. The blowjob she gives in the car is ridiculous, head bobbing while rain hits the windshield, her tits pressed against the gear shift. She lets him cum in her mouth, swallows without making a show out of it, then kisses him with that faint taste still there. And yeah, eventually he stops pulling out and starts filling girls up, those creampie shots hit hard, especially when one of them hooks her legs behind his back and says “don’t you dare.” The violence on the case side gets rough sometimes, bodies and blood and ugly motives, but that nasty part of the world makes the sex feel more raw, like everyone is clinging to each other because nothing is safe. It plays smooth on phone too, so you’re just there on the couch, thumb tapping through murder files one second, then watching a big-titted woman ride Rockford until her thighs shake and his cum slowly leaks out of her after he pulls out. Not the most polished thing in the universe, some faces go a bit stiff in odd angles and there is one scene where the lighting just decides to be awkward for no reason, but when the MC is buried between a woman’s legs, licking her slow while she fists his hair and gasps his name, you kind of forget all that. Or you remember and just keep going anyway.

Los Angeles 2042 in this game feels like someone took Blade Runner, poured cheap whiskey on it and then asked “ok but where is the pussy.” Neon everywhere, holo ads with bouncing tits, high-tech toys, and then you walking around as this burned out corporate merc who is way too good at hurting people and way too bad at staying out of other people’s beds. You’re supposed to find this girl who suddenly matters to literally everyone in the city, but of course it never stays just “find and deliver.” One moment you’re sneaking through some high-rise owned by a corp that treats human lives like printer ink, next moment you’re balls deep in a milf who’s been playing power games longer than you’ve been alive. And the game doesn’t even pretend it’s classy about it. There’s face fucking, anal, tits riding your cock, cum all over everything. Animated scenes, not those lazy slideshow things. You actually watch her ass bounce while you rail her against some cold futuristic window with the skyline behind her. Very tasteful. And by tasteful I mean zero taste, just pure filth.

What I liked is how it mixes that heavy sci-fi mood with straight up horny trash. You’ve got corporate wars, merc squads, people getting shot in the head at close range with blood painting the walls. Then, ten minutes later, you’re pinning some virgin hacker girl against a desk, pushing her legs open while she’s still pretending she only needs you for “protection.” She says she’s never done it, your character basically goes “yeah sure” and then you see how tight she grabs you, how her body shakes when you slide in slowly the first time, and you kinda realize she really was a virgin and you just wrecked her. There are moments where the domination vibe is heavy too. Hand on throat, ass up, spanking her till her cheeks are red, then slipping a thumb inside to watch her squirm, then full on anal with her face buried in the pillow. Sometimes it’s romantic, you actually get those quiet scenes after the chaos, naked bodies tangled in a shitty apartment with neon bleeding through the blinds, soft kisses, slow vaginal creampie where she pulls you deeper with her legs wrapped around your waist. Next scene you’re watching two people fuck from the shadows, full voyeur creep mode, zooming in on her big ass bouncing on top of a futa whose cock is way too big to be legal, and you just stand there like “yeah, this is fine.” I still hate how one character constantly takes her clothes off by stripping super slowly like she’s on some cheap cam site, while another girl will just dump her top in half a second and shove your face in her huge tits, but maybe that’s part of the charm, this messy mix of romance, brutality and absolute porn brain, all wrapped in neon and broken dreams.