This merchant simulator hits different when you realize the "trade goods" include way more than spices and silk. Valencia's got this weird energy where everyone's horny and politically charged at the same time - like walking into a brothel during election season. Your shopkeeper protagonist isn't just counting coins, he's navigating a web of futa merchants, trans nobles, and regular folks who all want something from his... inventory.

The political angle actually works here because selling weapons to rebels while also supplying the crown creates this constant tension that bleeds into every interaction. One minute you're haggling over sword prices with some gruff captain, next minute she's bent over your counter asking for a "personal discount." The AI-generated dialogue can be janky as hell sometimes - characters will switch from discussing trade routes to propositioning you mid-sentence like they're having a stroke. But honestly? That unpredictability keeps things interesting when you're trying to figure out which faction leader wants to fuck you versus which one wants to fuck you over.

Multiple endings mean your choices actually matter, though some paths feel rushed compared to others. The futa content is surprisingly well-integrated - not just tacked on fetish fuel but actual characters with motivations beyond having dicks. There's this one storyline with a trans guild leader that starts as pure business negotiation and evolves into something genuinely compelling, even if the sex scenes feel a bit mechanical. Valencia itself becomes almost like another character - this living, breathing city where your reputation shifts based on who you're literally and figuratively screwing. The fantasy setting lets them get away with some wild political scenarios that would be impossible in a modern context, and the 2D art style keeps everything feeling cohesive even when the writing gets messy.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.

This thing feels like someone took a horny RWBY Discord server chat, smashed it into Ren’Py, and hit “fuck it, good enough.” And weirdly, that’s kinda the charm. You’re not dealing with slick corporate porn here. It’s Ruby and Cardin in a messy little fantasy romance that should not work at all, but you sit there clicking like a raccoon in a trash can anyway. The writing swings all over the place: sometimes it’s sweet “shy girl with her first real crush,” sometimes it’s “oh, Cardin is absolutely rearranging her inside that Beacon dorm bed” and the text really leans into it, spelling out every wet sound like the dev had Pornhub open on one monitor and Ren’Py on the other. There’s this one scene where Ruby is trying to be all serious about her feelings and within like ten lines she is on her knees, drool on her chin, begging him not to stop. That tonal whiplash? Honestly felt like some of the hookups at my events. One moment deep emotional talk, next moment someone is grinding on a folding chair.

The pacing is like a half-drunk house party where the snacks run out but the booze doesn’t. Early on, the story toys with the whole “is this romance or is this just Cardin using her” thing, and if you know RWBY canon you keep going “no way she’d fall for this guy.” And then you click through a few more screens and she’s pressed against the wall, panties around her thigh, gasping his name with that kind of desperate little whine that makes you shift in your chair. The moaning audio carries more weight than it should. It’s not studio quality, you can literally hear that slight home-recording vibe, but when Ruby starts letting out those shaky little cries and the text mentions her legs trembling while he pushes in deeper, it suddenly feels way more obscene than it has any right to be. There’s this bed scene where she’s trying to keep quiet, biting into the pillow, and the game keeps flipping between her thoughts about how wrong it is and then describing exactly how her body is clenching around him. Honestly, kind of hot in that “this is almost too personal” way, even if a couple of lines sound like they came from a Wattpad account that got banned three times.

And yet, for every filthy detail that hits just right, there’s a tiny thing that pokes your brain. The UI is there, it functions, but that textbox color? I keep thinking about it and I wish it was different, even if it never will be. Some lines feel like the dev just let an AI autocomplete, like mid-sex Ruby suddenly drops a weirdly formal line that nobody with a dick inside them would say. The parody angle shows up mostly in how off-brand everything feels, like this is Beacon in some horny parallel universe where everyone’s moral compass is slightly broken. Still, when Cardin grabs her by the hips and slams into her from behind, making her yelp and stutter through his name, it absolutely sells the fantasy. There’s a moment where she’s sore, cheeks flushed, hair all messy, but still climbing back onto his lap because she “needs it again” even though she can barely sit. That kind of detail feels oddly specific, like the dev was remembering something way too clearly. It’s clumsy, shameless, way too focused on this one wrong-but-right ship, and somehow that makes it hit harder than it should. I closed the tab once, then opened it again on Chrome because I wanted to replay that one corridor scene where he corners her and murmurs in her ear while she tries not to moan loud enough for teammates to hear. I’m not proud of that. But I’m also not going to pretend it didn’t happen.