Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.

Carmen looks like the kind of woman you see in a fitness TikTok, all perfect lines and smug balance, and then this game just throws her face first into the filthiest strip-club spiral possible. You start with her being this serious dancer and teacher, all about form and discipline, and pretty fast you are the one deciding if she stays that “good girl who just got unlucky” or turns into a shameless cock-hungry slut who will grind on anything that moves for cash. What surprised me is how much she talks to herself. Literally. Her three personalities, tied to Good, Evil and Lust, sit in her head like a fucked-up Discord server. You do a thing, then you go back to them, and they comment on it, fight with each other, flirt with her, push her. Sometimes the “good” personality sounds tired and jealous, the “evil” one is like a toxic dom friend who keeps saying “come on, just suck it, nobody will know,” and the lust one is that moment when you are already wet and stop pretending you have principles. They react to your choices, so there is this weird pleasure of corrupting not just Carmen, but her inner voices too, like you are grooming her brain from the inside.

The club sections are where the game really starts to feel dirty in a good way. There is a rhythm / memory thing during dances that looks simple on paper, but when you nail a sequence and watch Carmen slide into a split, shake her ass in some cosplay outfit, then crawl to a group of hungry customers, it hits that “I did this” button in your brain. Screw up and she is awkward and a bit shy. Play it well and she bends over, lets her thong ride up her ass, pushes her tits in some girl’s face, lets a couple of hands wander where they shouldn’t in public. Sometimes the manager is watching, sometimes it is a bunch of drunk girls who end up licking her thighs and pulling her aside for lesbian fun in the changing room, sometimes it is a private room with a guy who clearly came for more than a dance. You can lean into exhibition, like having Carmen tease cops on patrol, “accidentally” flash her pussy in a park, or accept some really questionable offers in the club bathroom. And yeah, mind control stuff shows up in a fun, morally disgusting way: certain customers and shady people can mess with her head so she wakes up with cloudy memories, sore pussy or ass, maybe toys lying around in her room, her stats pushed more toward lust or evil, and that creepy little thrill of “I clearly didn’t say yes to this, but I kind of want to see how far it goes.” There are monster girls too, which at first feels random, then you meet this cute thing with horns and a tail who eats Carmen out at the beach like she is starving and suddenly it fits. The best part is when the game just lets you walk around the city in some ridiculous skimpy outfit, like a maid cosplay with no panties, and random events stack on top of each other: a fan recognizes her from the club, begs for a selfie, she “rewards” him in a back alley with sloppy oral; then a woman who saw that invites Carmen to a group party where everyone is already half naked and passing around toys; then she stumbles home late, half-drunk, and there is an option to “just fall asleep on the couch” and oops, that leads to sleep sex content where someone takes advantage of her dozing body while her internal personalities argue if they should wake her or enjoy the feeling. It all feels messy, horny and slightly dangerous, like a porn story that keeps tripping over its own ideas but somehow lands in the exact kind of wrong you were hoping for.

Amy shows up in this old guy’s house thinking it will be boring grown up life: run the bar, be the good wife, kiss her husband, pay the bills, repeat. The place looks normal at first, dusty bottles, ugly curtains, quiet town that pretends to sleep early. But the bar has this weird atmosphere, like everyone already knows Manuel and Amy are too innocent for that neighborhood. The game really leans into that slow slide. At the beginning you look at Amy and she still dresses like a newlywed who wants to impress her man, cute tops, shy smiles, trying to be “proper”. Then you start talking to Daniel, the almost-brother, and it gets ugly in a hot way. He is around all the time, always a bit too close, casual touching that is not really casual, hands on her waist when he “helps” in the bar, his eyes staying on her chest when she bends to get a bottle. The camera loves those small things, tiny hip moves, the curve of her ass when she squeezes between clients.

The fun part is how normal stuff turns pervy without big drama. One night you decide the bar uniform should be “more attractive” for the mostly male regulars. Simple choice, right, good for business. Next thing, Amy is there in a short skirt and tight top, pretending she does it only for tips, cheeks red because she knows the whole room is staring at her underwear each time she climbs the tiny step behind the counter. You can move her around, take orders, and there are these little animated loops when guys “accidentally” brush her tits when they pay or press too close when they talk. At first she pulls back and acts offended, later she just freezes for a second, then keeps working like nothing. That change is corruption in small doses, and it hits harder than some games where she just jumps straight to gangbang in a parking lot. There is this one scene where Amy has to clean after closing, alone with Daniel. Music from the shitty radio app on her phone, the bar is half lit, and he stands behind her, guiding her hands when she polishes the counter, fingers sliding from her wrists to her boobs, squeezing slow, like he is testing what he can get away with. She whispers that Manuel could come back any moment, but her body clearly does not want him to stop. You see the hesitation, then she relaxes and lets him grope her while she keeps wiping the table, breathing heavier. It is not subtle, but it feels like something that grew over several choices, not just random porn logic. Later on, when she ends up jerking him off in a storage room while customers sit just a thin wall away, her face is this mix of fear and lust, glancing at the door, trying not to moan when his cum hits her hand. It feels dirty in a very specific “I should not like this but I do” way.

It all plays nice on mobile too, controls are basic tap and swipe, no weird UI puzzle. I was using Chrome on Android and it ran fine, even while I had Telegram, Discord and Spotify fighting in background. The character models are 3D but not super realistic, more like sexy dolls that move just enough to sell the scene. Boobs bounce when she hurries to serve drinks, skirt rides up when she leans to show a bottle on the upper shelf, pussy gets small visual changes as she goes from obedient wife to “I let another man fuck me raw and I probably want more”. Sex scenes go straight into vaginal, not wasting much time on soft romance. The first time she spreads for someone who is not her husband, there is this sick thrill, because the game never hides that it is netorare. Manuel is around, being this clueless good guy, bringing flowers, talking about plans for the bar. While he does that, you are already planning when Amy will sneak behind his back again. The guilt is there but the game kind of laughs at it, like “you clicked the pervy option again, what did you think would happen”. Exhibition stuff pops in often too, like her “innocent” dancing in the bar turning slowly into something closer to stripping, panties briefly visible, drunk regulars cheering, some of them reaching out to touch. You can see the exact moment where she stops acting ashamed and starts enjoying the power, hips rolling on purpose, teasing them, then letting a hand stay on her thigh longer than necessary. I wish you could adjust small details like nail color or different panties for each shift, but that is probably never coming and I keep staring at the same white lace set like a clown. Still, the corruption path feels heavy and sticky, like old beer on the bar floor, and once you get into it, you kinda don’t want to wash it off.

Naoki doesn’t start out as the pervert you meet later on - that’s the best part. He’s a normal guy with a normal marriage, just a little too honest about what stirs him up inside. The game pulls you in not because of some flashy setup, but because of how uncomfortably *real* it feels when those filthy thoughts begin crawling in. One night he’s imagining Rika smiling at another man, and instead of anger or jealousy, something deep and shameful inside him lights up. You can almost feel the sweat on his neck, that mix of guilt and arousal that turns into something he can’t shut down anymore. It’s not romantic; it’s raw, embarrassing even, but that’s exactly why it hits harder than half the fake “passionate” stuff other games throw at you.

Rika herself is drawn like someone you’d actually see across the street - curves heavy enough to make your chest tighten but soft, expressive eyes that tell you she’s not innocent either. The animation lingers. When she moves, her hips drag a second longer than they should, and it’s hard to look away. There’s this one scene - Naoki watching through the crack of a door while his friend Kenta talks to her - and it’s more erotic than the full-on sex later, because the tension has that ugly truth behind it. You’re not supposed to want this. But you do. When the game finally lets go of its restraint and the three of them crash together, it doesn’t pretend it’s beautiful. It’s messy, sweaty, and just shy of cruel. Rika’s moans don’t sound like performance; they sound like surrender. And Naoki’s face during the creampie scene looks half destroyed, half enlightened.

It’s strange, maybe even uncomfortable, but if you’ve ever read those darker doujin panels where the shading tells more story than the words, you’ll get what this game’s doing. It’s turning jealousy into something almost holy - fucked-up, sure, but honest.