Therapist guy walks into his own office like it’s just another boring day, paperwork, polite small talk, all that “how does that make you feel” bullshit. Then this one patient shows up, blonde, stacked like the dev grew up on old Windows 98 porn folders, and everything just starts to slide off the rails in slow motion. Not sudden, not some instant porn logic. It’s more like watching an ice cube melting over your desk, except the ice cube is his professional ethics and it’s leaking straight into his dick. Game takes that whole “I’m a serious doctor” vibe and keeps poking holes in it every session. He’s trying to stay clinical, she’s talking about how horny she gets and how her husband doesn’t really pay attention, and you’re sitting there clicking like “yeah bro, that clipboard is not helping anymore.”

The fun part is how his buddy poisons his brain. That friend is like the demon on his shoulder who spent too many years on Pornhub comments. Texts and chats pop up where he’s all “why are you being a saint, man, she clearly wants it, what’s the worst that can happen” and you just watch the therapist start to believe his own bullshit excuses. Overnight, the way he looks at her changes. At first it’s “patient with marital issues,” then it’s “woman who probably masturbates in the shower thinking about random guys,” then it’s “if I ask the right questions, maybe she’ll tell me where and how she touches herself.” And the game actually lets you push him into that. You pick dialogue that sounds half respectable on paper, but under it there’s that dirty intention. You’re like, “this is for her emotional growth,” while the camera is taking its sweet time on her cleavage and you’re absolutely not thinking about emotional growth at all.

What it nails is that slow corruption vibe. Her clothes and makeup change over time, more lip gloss, boobs practically suffocating the neckline, little details that whisper “I’m not as innocent as when we started, doc.” She talks about being a good wife, then somehow she’s describing how she touches herself when the husband is passed out in front of the TV, and she says it in this shy way that is not really shy, more like she wants someone to drag the filth out of her. There is this one scene where you can “suggest” a relaxation technique and it turns into guided masturbation on the couch, very clinical words, very not clinical hand movement. You sit there like, yeah, Freud would absolutely high five you right now. The netori angle comes in not with drama at first, but with little betrayals. She still mentions her husband while she’s blushing and asking your character if he thinks she’s sexy, and that makes it dirtier, like cheating inside her head before it’s in the bed. The 3D style looks a little stiff in spots, like old school poser renders, but that kind of makes it nostalgic if you grew up collecting pixelated XXX gifs on limewire instead of having 4K right away. Sometimes the scenes animate just enough to make you wish there was one more camera angle they never give you, and yeah that annoys the hell out of me, but then the next session drops a line like “I dreamed about you last night, doctor” and suddenly you forget you were even mad five clicks ago.

This thing feels like somebody took that whole “dollification” fetish, threw it into Blender and Stable Diffusion, shook the bottle, and never really checked the recipe after. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing special, kind of a background NPC energy, and suddenly you’re surrounded by girls who look like the algorithm has been told “more tits, more ass, more lips, more everything” on a loop. There’s no slow build, no long romance arcs, it’s like walking into a nightclub where the only dress code is “be fuckable” and the lights are permanently set to horny. The bimbo vibe is not just visual, it’s in how scenes are written: they talk like their brain is getting overwritten in real time by your cock and by whatever tech is driving the whole “doll verse” thing. The bodies are cartoon-level stacked, huge round tits that sit high like they’re inflated from the inside, asses that barely fit into the frame, and the camera knows it, keeps sliding down, catching jiggle and tight fabric and those stupidly thin thongs that exist only to be pulled aside.

At some point I realized I was ignoring half the story bits and just clicking forward to see how far the corruption goes. One scene hit me harder than I expected: you’re in this fake-clinical room, like a beauty lab designed by someone who watched too much porn, and the girl is on the chair talking almost normal at first. Lights scan her skin, some AI “enhancement” program runs, and the interface keeps saying stuff like “optimizing obedience” and “sexual output increased.” She’s looking at you, trying to hold onto her old self, then her voice gets softer, words shorter, tits literally bigger a few screen transitions later, her eyes a little emptier, and still she begs you to tell her she looks pretty. Philosophically, it’s super fucked and super hot at the same time. On one level, it is just fetish fluff for people who want big plastic-barbie sluts drooling over their dick. On another, it nails how desire in the digital age tries to flatten women into presets: big tits, big ass, simple thoughts, always “yes.” Of course, I say “nails” like it was planned; it might just be horny chaos that accidentally feels deep when you’re tired and half naked. I kept thinking of Nietzsche and then immediately thinking of how good her nipples looked in that latex harness. No healthy brain should have those two thoughts back-to-back, but here we are.

What actually surprised me most, weirdly, was a small browsing moment. You’re in this selection screen of dolls, like an unholy mix of Pornhub categories and character creation in a RPG, and you can zoom on different parts. I spent way too long just rotating the view around one girl’s ass, trying to decide if the curve was “artificial” enough. The texture has this uncanny quality, a bit too smooth, like AI tried to guess what perfect skin is and overshot it. It made me think about how porn is drifting away from real bodies into this fantasy of “AI generated flesh” that nobody has but everyone clicks on. I complain in my head about the weird hands and slightly off eyes, yet I still keep going, because when she kneels and the screen drops behind her to isolate the movement of her hips on your lap, none of that matters. It’s trashy, it’s overblown, sometimes the writing trips on itself trying to be edgy and just sounds dumb, and one of the early dialogue choices made me roll my eyes so hard I had to alt-tab to Telegram for a minute just to reset my brain. Then you come back, the next scene opens with her in a too-tight crop top, tits almost falling out while she calls you “master” like it’s the only word left in her vocabulary, and all your high-minded critique dissolves into “ok yeah, click next, I need to see where this goes.” The game is full of that clash: horny now, think later, or maybe never.

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