You start out broke, horny, and honestly kind of useless. A futa drifter with nothing but a lazy streak and way too much libido, somehow stumbling into this weird-ass job at a place called Paradise. The name sounds cheesy until you realize it’s literally a building stuffed with girls from other worlds - some have tails, some have dicks, some just have that look like they know exactly what you’re thinking before you say it. You don’t do much at first. Walk around, chat, make bad choices. The kind of slow burn that feels like foreplay stretched over lazy afternoons. The world doesn’t rush you; it teases.

The demo’s short as hell, but it’s got this strange charm - like someone’s dirty dream half-coded into existence. You talk to three women (each hotter than the last, in their own freaky way), and there’s one full-on sex scene that goes harder than expected for such an early build. It’s not just the tits or the sweat or the sound of skin slapping - though, yeah, that’s there - it’s how close it gets to feeling personal. You’re not a faceless camera; you’re inside the mess, in first person, every grunt echoing right behind your ribs. The POV work’s filthy and intimate without trying too hard, which is rare for these kinds of games.

What sticks in my head though? Not the sex (well, not only). It’s the weird cozy tone under all that filth. Like a broken rom-com that accidentally grew a pair. You can feel the dev wanted to make something more than just a jerk tool. The characters flirt like real people - awkward, messy, a little too forward - and then go straight into positions that’d break a spine. One girl talks about love while she’s still dripping on your thigh. It’s janky, it’s short, it’s kinda dumb, but it’s got heart. The dirty kind. The kind that makes you grin when you realize you’ll come back for the next update just to see who else moves into Paradise.

Memory Machine feels like someone mixed a porn site with a cheap VR headset and a fucked up therapy session, then forgot to polish anything and just said, “Yeah, that’s good enough.” In a good way. You’re this guy sitting in a chair, basically being plugged into other people’s memories, and the whole thing plays out like an ASMR session that got horny and morally wrong. You don’t just look at scenes, you kind of “fall” into them. One moment you’re watching a shy girl looking at herself in the mirror, touching her own lips like she’s not sure they’re hers, and the next second you’re in her bathroom with her, close enough to count the tiny goosebumps on her neck while she slowly starts stripping. The sound design is low-key erotic as hell: tiny breath catches, the wet slide when she spits in her hand before wrapping her fingers around you, that little gulp after she swallows. It’s not clean, it’s not glamorous. It’s awkward and messy and that’s exactly why it hits.

What I like is how the teasing actually feels like teasing. Not the usual “two seconds and boom sex.” You sit through these moments where nothing “big” happens. A girl sits on your lap, grinding little by little, acting like she’s not doing anything, talking about normal shit while you’re painfully hard in her hand, and she’s pretending she’s just “curious”. She licks the tip of your cock once, then pulls away, smiles like she just won something, and you can hear her tongue pull away with that sticky sound. That drives me crazy more than the actual blowjob sometimes. And when she finally goes down on you, she doesn’t start like a porn star. It’s clumsy, too much teeth at first, then she gets more confident, hands pumping, drool dripping, taking you deeper, choking a bit, stubborn, like she needs to prove she can take all of it. There is a scene where she holds your cock against her tongue and whispers “I want to taste everything, all of it,” and when she does swallow, you hear the cum hit the back of her throat and then that thick gulp. It feels way too real for something made of pixels. Then in another memory, you get the opposite: girl wipes your load off her tongue with two fingers, stares at it, rubs it on her pussy while she masturbates and never even thinks to lick it. That memory stuck with me. I still kinda hate her for it and love her in the same time.

The corruption vibe isn’t loud in your face, it sneaks in. At first, some girls act all innocent, like proper virgins, flinching when you touch their bare skin, cheeks red when your hand slides up their thigh. There’s one memory where she says “I’ve never done anything like this, don’t look” while she plays with herself, spreading her lips just a little, then peeking through her fingers to see if you’re watching anyway. The game keeps pushing that line where she tells you no with words but moves closer with her body. She starts in baggy clothes, nervous, covering her chest with her arms. Later, same girl, same memory chain, she’s the one ordering you to sit down, stripping slow and deliberate, tits out in public space with windows open, basically turning herself into a little exhibitionist for you. Nudity near the window, fingers sliding between her thighs while she looks outside like she wants someone to see. That shift is where the machine concept actually feels fucked, because you know these are “memories” and not fantasies, and you’re replaying them like a horny tourist. At some point two girls start making out in front of you, giggling, one of them sitting on the other’s face while still stroking your cock with lazy, almost distracted movements, like you’re just another toy. There is this crazy little detail where you can hear the wet sounds from their tongues and the sloppy noise from her handjob at the same time, almost like binaural porn. Very ASMR, very brain-melting. I kind of wish the game let you control the pacing of each scene more, but also I know I’d just pause too much and ruin the flow. My stupid little tip for this game: use headphones, lights off, and let the teasing drag you. Don’t rush the orgasm, let the girls lead you where they want, even when it feels a bit wrong. That’s where the machine really gets under your skin.

Guy orders a basic ass workday, ends up delivering pizza to his own boss’s place, and somehow that turns into “hi, here’s your pepperoni, also your job is now hanging by your dick.” The whole thing feels like someone took a boring shift at a delivery app, poured porn on it, and said “yeah this is fine.” You roll up with a warm box and zero expectations, then the door opens and it’s the boss’s wife, who looks absolutely nothing like a woman that cooks. She’s the kind of milf that makes you uninstall Tinder in shame. She starts with small talk that’s way too friendly for normal life, that awkward “come inside for a minute” line, and suddenly your dumb ass is standing in their hallway, shoes still on, pretending you’re not staring at her tits while she asks how your day was, like that matters when she’s in that dress. The game leans into that slow build, the fake politeness, the “oh I forgot my wallet upstairs” bit, and you just know it’s bait but you follow anyway because yeah, no brain, only cock.

Once it flips from polite to horny, it goes from 0 to “this is how restraining orders happen” real quick. She gets all touchy, brushing past you a little too close, fingers grazing your arm, then your thigh, then straight up palming your dick through your pants while still talking about her husband like this is a TED talk. Handjob on the couch feels like some porn you’d scroll past on XVideos and then come back to later because it stuck in your brain for no reason. The dev loves those moments where she’s looking you dead in the eye, stroking slow, asking if you’re scared of losing your job while she’s the one doing all the crime. The blowjob scene hits that messy “I shouldn’t be here but holy shit” vibe, with her wiping saliva off her chin and smirking like she’s proud of herself. When it goes to full vaginal, it’s not just quick thrusts and boom, fade to black. She climbs on top, rides you like she’s been bored for years, talks shit about her husband’s stamina while milking you for every drop, and it’s funny and fucked at the same time. The way the bed creaks is weirdly loud though and I got irrationally annoyed by that, like ma’am, tighten the screws, you’re rich.

There’s no real choice tree, it just flows, like you were never going to say no anyway. Parts of it pretend to give you options, like “should I stay or leave” when we all know you’re gonna stay and let this woman ruin your life. The humor sneaks in all over the place: the boss texting you mid blowjob, her pausing with your dick half in her mouth to tell you “don’t answer, he types slow,” and you kind of hate her and love her at once. She switches between fake innocent wife and full-on cheating demon in half a second, and it actually works, even when it shouldn’t. Oral, hand, pussy, it covers the core stuff with enough dirty talk that you don’t need a flowchart to follow what’s going on. I kinda wish there was one really stupid scene like her trying to pay for pizza with “other methods” and you demanding exact change anyway, but yeah, that’s never happening. Instead you just get dragged deeper into this mess, one blowjob, one creampie, one bad decision at a time, while the game keeps smirking at you like “this is fine, right?” and you already know the answer.

Diana feels like the kind of girl you’ve seen sitting in a corner of a campus café, scrolling through budgeting apps instead of Instagram, pretending everything’s fine while quietly falling apart. The game throws you into her mess right away: dead grandfather, old house, money problems, and this weird mix of grief and horny curiosity that actually feels more honest than most “adult” plots. She’s not some unstoppable sex goddess. She’s a little awkward, a little lost, and still ends up getting her ass spanked in ways that feel half punishment, half therapy. There is this one scene early on where she’s in her grandfather’s room, looking at his old stuff, and the camera lingers way too long on how tight her shorts are while she’s bending over a dusty drawer. I caught myself thinking: yeah, grief in porn is a risky move, but here it kind of works, because her body keeps betraying her while her brain is stuck in nostalgia. It’s almost funny how the game pretends to be a serious coming-of-age thing, then casually lets a hand slide over her ass, fingers pressing in like they’re testing dough, and she just… lets it happen a second too long.

What surprised me is how much the game likes to humiliate her in slow motion. Not just “oh no my clothes fell off”, but those stretched-out moments where she feels eyes on her skin. At one point, she’s stuck dealing with some annoying financial guy, and you know exactly the type: polite, slightly oily, the one that talks about “options” and “flexibility” while staring at your chest for just a bit too long. The scene builds up this uncomfortable tension where her debt slowly turns into leverage over her body. He shifts closer, his fingers brushing the fabric of her skirt, then gripping her thigh like he owns it. She hesitates, cheeks burning, and you can see the exact moment where obligation turns into reluctant arousal. The game is really into that line where consent is there, but it’s messy and full of shame. She gets her ass slapped for “being irresponsible,” and it’s absurd how erotic that moral judgment becomes. The smack echoes, her body jumps, her breathing speeds up, and the camera stays on the red bloom on her skin like it’s a new kind of confession. Honestly, the groping scenes sometimes feel a bit too “hands everywhere because we can,” like someone discovered the word “fondle” and never moved on, but then you get this tiny detail, like her trying to pull down her skirt while her shirt rides up, and it suddenly hits a different, almost philosophical note: how much of yourself do you trade away to survive, and when does humiliation turn into a kink you secretly nurture? The game doesn’t really answer that. It just lets Diana’s body keep talking for her, out in the open, when she would rather stay hidden.