Lana is exactly that kind of girl who can quote some science crap and still forget to wear panties to a job interview, and the whole game leans hard into that. You’re thrown into this city where normal reality sort of leaks into a magic one, and it feels less like some epic quest and more like watching a very horny car crash in slow motion. One moment she’s at some boring office trying to act professional, the next she’s dragged through a glowing alley door into a brothel run by an elf madam with tits that look like they break basic physics. It’s not subtle. At all. You just kind of roll with it, because every “career choice” Lana makes has a high chance of ending with her on her knees, or on her back, or bent over some filthy counter while a monster negotiates her holes like it’s comparing prices. And yeah, most scenes are optional, but if you’re like me and chasing the dirtiest gallery possible, you’ll be abusing every voyeur angle, clicking every suspicious door and harassing every NPC until someone finally agrees to fuck her brains out on screen.

What really tripped me out is how the game swings from goofy jokes to straight-up filthy in like two lines of dialogue. Lana will say something smart, then five seconds later she’s letting some smug elf sorcerer “test her magical potential” by shoving his cock in her mouth and telling her to focus or he’ll switch to anal. There’s this early scene where she takes a “massage job” because the pay is high and she totally pretends not to know what that means. You can play it shy and keep it to handwork, or you push her and suddenly she’s giving messy oral, drool on her chin, trying to keep eye contact like a good little professional while the client decides he wants to finish in her pussy instead. First time I triggered the creampie variant there I just stared at the screen like “ok, this game is not joking around”. Same with the monster gigs. One quest looks like a normal escort deal in the slums, then you find out the client is half-beast, half-something, and the scene slowly turns from rough but human into this stretched, sloppy, half-magical fuck where her ass is glowing, he’s growling, and the game basically goes “yeah she’s still technically a virgin in one world, not in the other, figure that out yourself”. There’s even a weird almost-wholesome family angle that goes off the rails quick: a scene where you’re spying through a crack, catching Lana and a certain “too close” relative getting handsy on a couch, joking around, then her shirt is off, his hand is under her skirt, and you get that nasty, forbidden feeling in your gut that means the devs knew exactly what they were doing.

The strongest part, for me chasing leaderboard-level filth, is how it rewards you for being nosy and kind of evil. Refuse one gig and you stay relatively “pure”, accept the shady magical contract and suddenly she’s working nights in a fantasy brothel, juggling human and non-human clients, learning actual magic spells that are basically excuses for new sex setups: levitation used to spread her legs and keep her hanging in the air while some dark-skinned warrior pounds her from below, or a charm that makes her nipples hypersensitive so a simple tit grope scene turns into her moaning like she’s getting railed. There’s an interracial scene in a cheap motel where you think she’s just doing regular vaginal, then the guy flips her, spits on her asshole and pushes in while calling her his “little scholar whore”, and the animation doesn’t cut away, it stays with the whole slow push, the little panic in her eyes, then that switch when she starts moving back against him on her own. I kinda hate how the game occasionally wastes time on dumb jokes in between those bangers, like a five-minute gag about shitty city transport while I’m just sitting there, cock in hand, yelling at the screen. And it never fixes that pacing. It just keeps being this messy, horny thing where Lana is always one bad decision away from sucking off a stranger in an alley for rent money, getting filled by some magical beast, or accidentally turning a simple job into full prostitution. Honestly, I was gonna complain more about how the UI buttons are slightly off-center in one menu but I keep forgetting because every route I pick ends with her dripping, stretched, or stuffed in some new way, and I kind of respect that.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

Heavy metal sky, poison fog somewhere far under your feet, and you stuck on this floating rust bucket where everybody pretends they’re professional and noble until the lights go dim and belts come off. That’s the vibe here. You’re the new guy on the elite resource crew, supposed to be all serious with scanners and oxygen levels and “mission focus,” but half your brain is already thinking about that mechanic girl in the hangar who keeps “checking” your harness straps way too slow. On the surface it’s all sci-fi gear, suits, fancy tools, but between trips it turns into something closer to a porn hub search history that learned how to walk. You go from briefing room to blowjob in a storage closet faster than Discord goes from “hey guys” to full rule 34. Some of the scenes hit hard out of nowhere too. One moment you’re watching the airship drift through this neon green cloud, listening to some low hum like a chill lo-fi playlist, next moment you’re on your knees between someone’s thighs, hands tied to a pipe, feeling her thighs push your face deeper while she rides your mouth like it’s the last oxygen tank on the ship. The animation has this slightly off timing sometimes, which weirdly makes it feel more real, like when a horny cam model’s camera lags on Chaturbate and your brain just fills in the movement anyway.

What I liked is how the sex isn’t just “reward unlocked, congrats, here is generic pose number three.” There’s this scene after a rough mission where you stumble back to your bunk, sweating, gear still half on, and this older officer follows you in, locks the hatch, pushes you to sit, then just sinks down on your cock without a word. No slow fade, no speech, just this desperate grind. You feel the airship tilt a bit, alarms muffled in the background, and she clamps down on you right when some turbine roars outside. She rides you hard, nails digging into your shoulders, and when she makes you cum inside her, it doesn’t cut away. She just stays there, full of you, breathing heavy, one gloved hand on your chest, and you see your cum leak out slowly when she finally lifts off and tells you to “suit up again, hero.” That creampie shot with the light from a cracked porthole flickering over her skin honestly stuck in my head more than the big “story” moment before it. Funny thing, the UI color drives me crazy, by the way, this weird shade that looks like someone tried to copy Spotify in low light and failed. Anyway, the BDSM bits start almost playful then escalate, like the first time they strap you to that inspection table “for a safety scan” and suddenly the restraints tighten more than they need to. There’s a scene where they gag you with an air filter strap and use you until you’re basically just a toy, and at the same time the game pretends it’s still about keeping the city alive. It lies. This thing is about mouths full of cock in maintenance shafts, messy cream dripping onto cold metal floors, and that strange feeling when you’re hanging from a cable over the toxic fog thinking about how good it felt when the captain’s boot pressed between your shoulder blades while she rode you from behind and told you you’re just another resource to extract.

This one throws you into Springfield in a really weird way. You’re not Homer or Bart, you’re some random young guy who suddenly finds out he’s related to Mr. Burns, like the one sperm he forgot to freeze properly or something, and now old, wrinkly, pissed-off Burns is kind of broke. Not broken in spirit, just broke in money. So he drags you into his mess and calls it an “internship”. Of course you don’t get paid, except in tits, asses and trouble. The whole thing plays like a point and click sandbox, and Springfield becomes your horny playground. You walk around town, poke at stuff, click on hot spots, talk to people, unlock scenes. In practice that means you are “helping” save the empire by doing every dirty favor possible, and a lot of them involve his favorite yellow MILF with gravity-proof boobs.

Marge is the real center of all this, even when she’s pretending she’s not. The game treats her like a holy relic of big tits and big ass. She’s not just background mom, she’s the main reward for being a good little intern. The way the story sets it up is kind of fun: you end up in the Simpsons house a lot, pretending you’re handling some “business stuff” for Burns, but you’re mostly staring at her huge boobs while she bends over with that big blue hair wobbling a bit. Sometimes she wears that usual green dress, sometimes something more tight, and yeah, there are scenes where you push her way out of that “faithful wife” role. What I liked is that the game doesn’t rush it too fast in the beginning. You run lame errands, click through dialog, test different time slots, and then suddenly one small choice opens this totally lewd situation in the kitchen or living room where she’s blushing and you’re trying not to stare at her nipples poking through. And failing. The humor hits nice too, kind of dumb but on purpose. Burns talking about “asset management” while the camera basically stares at Marge’s ass in the same room feels very on-brand for this parody. I kept catching myself clicking every stupid painting on the wall like a raccoon, because sometimes there’s an extra porn mag or a dirty joke hidden there that has nothing to do with progress, but it makes the world feel more dirty and alive.

Then you have Lisa in the mix, and the tone swings to something more sneaky and taboo. She’s not just there as background; she actually pokes her nose into your “intern” work. There are moments where she’s suspicious, and you’re juggling conversations, pretending you care about homework or environmental shit, while your real goal is to keep her from catching what you do with her mom. At the same time, the game gives her own corrupt path, so if you go that route it gets pretty fucking spicy. There’s something twisted about helping her with some project and realizing half the choices you make are slowly making her more open to weird, adult stuff. It’s uncomfortable in a way that clearly knows it’s wrong, but that’s also the fetish for a lot of people who are here, so the game doesn’t shy away from it. I actually got stuck once because I forgot which day she was in which location and I had to check some random fan-made schedule someone posted on Reddit from their Google Drive screenshots. That’s the kind of nonsense only sandbox lovers tolerate. If you want every dirty scene, you’ll need a little patience: talk to Marge in different rooms, annoy Lisa with multiple dialog options, help Burns with his degenerate “business plans”, and don’t be scared to re-check old locations after plot jumps. Half of the hottest stuff triggered for me only when I came back at a “wrong” time and clicked the same door I ignored before. There’s this nice feeling when you finally unlock a new Marge pose or a new Lisa reaction and you know it came from you messing around instead of following some boring arrow. If you play it slowly, save often, and actually enjoy being a nosy asshole in every room of the house, the game really rewards you with more than just one quick cum scene. Take your time in Springfield, watch every little body language change, and squeeze every filthy drop the writers buried in those yellow curves.