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.

Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.

Fuck me sideways, this game caught me completely off guard. Started it thinking "oh great, another post-apocalypse survival thing" but holy shit the BDSM elements hit different when you're trying not to die from radiation poisoning. Your female protagonist crawls out of some bunker and immediately the wasteland wants to tie her up and do unspeakable things. Which honestly? Sometimes that's preferable to getting shot by raiders, but the game makes you choose between keeping your dignity or keeping your pulse. The survival mechanics are brutal too - you're constantly managing food, weapons, sanity, and apparently how many times you've been collared this week.

What really gets me is how the choice system works. You think you're making smart survival decisions but then BAM, suddenly you're in some raider camp's sex dungeon because you trusted the wrong NPC. The game doesn't hold your hand either - make one wrong turn and you're either dead or wish you were dead, depending on what kinks the local warlord is into. There's this whole reputation system where being too submissive makes certain encounters easier but locks you out of others, while being too dominant gets you killed faster than you can say "safe word." Actually wait, do safe words even exist in the apocalypse? Asking for a friend.

The CG scenes are surprisingly detailed for what looks like it was made in someone's basement. Some of the BDSM stuff gets pretty intense - we're talking full rope bondage, power exchange, the works. But it's not just mindless porn either, the survival aspect keeps you invested because every sexual encounter could literally be your last if you piss off the wrong faction. Plus the Fallout-style aesthetic works way better with kinky content than it has any right to. Who knew nuclear winter and leather harnesses went so well together?

You play a guy who has everything on paper and absolutely no control over his dick. Money, status, fancy place, whatever… but your cock only cares about four women who treat you like a chew toy. And not even a respected chew toy. The game really leans into that “you are property” vibe. Not in a fake way, in a “yeah, you’re going to say thank you for getting kicked in the balls” way. It’s built like a straightforward visual novel, but it feels more like a long research project into how far one brain can go with chastity, denial and humiliation before something important snaps. I tried to track all the paths in a Google Sheet, with flags for “got pegged,” “got locked,” “got called a good girl,” etc., and the sheet looks like a crime scene now. Which is good. Or terrible. I’m still deciding.

Each mistress hits a different corner of the masochist brain. One of them handles you like a bored accountant ticking tasks off a punishment list. Another one plays the sweet sadist, kisses your forehead, then sits on your face and uses you as breathing furniture while teasing that you’ll never cum again. There is a strict one that goes hard on chastity and denial, every line from her feels like you’re being downsized from man to toy, and the feminization route where she slowly swaps your clothes, then your pronouns, then your dignity. It’s not just “you wear panties now, lol.” There are full sequences of dressing you, posing you, forcing you to call yourself a sissy while she checks if you leak from the cage when she presses a plug inside you. The writing sometimes reads a bit clunky, but the tone is sharp enough that it doesn’t matter. Actually, the slightly broken English in some lines kind of fits, like your brain is glitching from too much edging.

The structure is simple at first, then turns into this maze of bad decisions. There are training sessions where you pick how obedient you act, and the game remembers. Choose to resist a bit, she might step harder on your chest and lock you longer. Choose full submission, you get called a good girl and humiliated in public. There are denial branches where you think “this has to be the time she lets me cum” and instead she wipes your pre off her boot on your lips and laughs. I had a spreadsheet formula trying to predict which choices open the harshest femdom scenes, and it still missed a couple of secret humiliation CGs because I was too obedient in the early scenes. That pissed me off more than anything. Also, the skip function sometimes jumps over a line I actually wanted to read, and now I will die angry about that. The game loves anal and feet and uses both as tools of control: you get pegged while locked, you lick sweat off heels after being forced to parade in a dress, you get told your dick is useless and your ass is what matters now. If you are into being reduced, feminized, used and laughed at by a small personal harem of cruel mistresses, this feels less like a “sexy story” and more like slow, statistical character assassination. In a good way. I think.