You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

You start as this washed-up brothel manager who clearly peaked seasons ago and is now crawling back into the game, and the whole thing feels like someone mashed a dating sim with a messy management spreadsheet and a horny Game of Thrones fanfic. You click around the city map, hunt for scenes, drag stats up and down, try not to bankrupt yourself while you “train” noble ladies who probably should be ruling kingdoms instead of riding your dick on a dusty sofa. The tone jumps all over the place: one moment you’re giving serious political advice to a queen, next moment you’re timing a handjob scene with a silly little arousal bar like it’s a rhythm game for degenerates. I kinda loved it. I kinda hated it. Then I clicked “next day” again.

The main thing that works is how each girl has her own ladder of corruption, and yeah, it’s absolutely a ladder, with small kinks at the start and full-on harem chaos at the top. With Daenerys, for example, the first time she lets you touch her it’s this stiff, awkward groping in a dim room, she’s acting all high and mighty, and you only got that far because you pushed her influence stat higher than her pride. Ten in-game days later you’re managing her schedule so she can fit in a public blowjob “for morale” after a council meeting, while you’re calculating income from nobles who pay extra to watch. I was literally alt-tabbing to Google Sheets to track which route opened which voyeur scene, because the game just shrugs and says “figure it out, perv.” It pretends to be point & click, but secretly it’s an achievement hunt with boobs.

What cracked me up is how serious it pretends to be about politics. You’re arranging alliances, pushing these women toward crowns and castles, but the reward for a smart decision is usually some filthy humiliation scene in a side room. There’s this bit with Cersei where you think you’re just negotiating terms, then one wrong dialogue choice and she’s on her knees, covered by half the guard in a bukkake mess, glaring at you like it’s your fault she’s enjoying it. And yeah, it is. Or the first lesbian scene between Margaery and Sansa where it starts like soft teasing, slow kissing, just a little voyeur angle from the keyhole, and then suddenly Margaery is stuffing a toy between Sansa’s thighs while you’re outside the door deciding if you want to interrupt them for “business reasons.” I picked “wait” just to see if there was a second stage. There was. Twice. Honestly I got more invested in ticking off their creampie variations than in the actual power endings, then later I complained to myself the game had too many endings.

It’s rough in places though. Sometimes you grind influence or gold for several cycles, get hyped, trigger a new scene with Melisandre, and it’s literally just her talking in circles about fire while she lazily jerks you off. Then the next event is her using you like a toy, tying you up, dripping wax and chanting while three other girls watch and take turns sitting on your face. No warning, no ramp-up, just “ok, we’re doing cult-level bdsm now.” I liked that whiplash. I didn’t. The UI is a bit of a cluttered mess, too, tiny clickable hotspots on the map and in rooms, so half of my achievements unlocked by accident because I misclicked a door and walked in on Missandei and Ygritte grinding on each other, both trying to pretend it’s “training for future husbands.” That was a good misclick though. On the other hand I kept obsessing over one tiny thing: tooltips sometimes tell you “raising obedience unlocks new actions” and then you raise it and nothing obvious happens, but ten in-game days later, boom, group sex event in a bathhouse with three Stark women like it’s the most normal staff meeting of the week. The pacing is trash and perfect at the same time, like those memes where your save file name is “just one more scene.” I kinda wish there was a proper gallery, I kinda don’t, because hunting the scenes down with bad notes in my phone made it feel more dirty. Anyway, the whole thing is basically a big corruption puzzle where the reward is seeing queens, warriors and “proper” ladies on their knees, spread, collared, sometimes with ahegao faces that look too silly and still somehow hit just right.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

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