I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.

Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.

Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Hero story on the surface, total filth underneath. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re not the shining savior, you’re the snake in the sleeping bag. The world is doing that classic “demon horde rising again” thing, the Hero’s party is all proud and hopeful, and you’re there smiling like a good little ally while secretly sent by the Demon King to fuck everything up from inside. And “fuck” is not just metaphor here. You’re working your way through trust, lust and corruption at the same time, pushing everyone in the party over the edge in different ways. One girl starts all pure and doe-eyed, blushing when you brush her hand, then five scenes later she’s moaning with tongue out and eyes rolled back while you rail her from behind, fat creampie dripping while she’s supposed to be “on watch” for monsters. Another guy in the group is a cocky swordsman, all talk about honor, and you slowly grind him down with teasing, humiliation and those “friendly” training sessions that turn into blowjob practice, then sissification, then him begging to wear panties under his armor. The game really loves that slow slide from normal to “how the hell did we get here” and it doesn’t apologize at all.

What sells it is how it mixes the fantasy quest with filthy little betrayals. You’re doing typical RPG stuff, traveling, camp scenes, tavern stays, but every stop is a new chance to twist someone a bit more. Helping the healer “meditate”? Actually guiding her through “special breathing” while your hand is between her legs and she’s leaking on your fingers. Sparring with the Hero? You tire him out on purpose, then leave him to sleep while you sneak off and fuck his crush hard enough she starts lactating in a later scene, and you make sure he walks in just in time to see the internal view shot of your cum overflowing from her stretched pussy. There is a lot of voyeur stuff like that, you arranging things so people catch each other in the worst possible moment, then using the shame to push them even deeper: blackmailing the proud mage with that time she let you titfuck her in the bath, turning it into regular “magic lessons” with her on her knees, or forcing the tanky milf knight to let you spank and grope her under her armor right in the town square because she “owes” you for saving her from a monster girl that you actually lured her into. And yeah, the monster girls get in on it too, sometimes joining the group sex, sometimes being your tools, sometimes corrupting you right back with a surprise anal scene where you pretend you’re in control but she clearly isn’t fooled.

The sex is all over the place in a good way and a messy way. You get sweet romance moments where you almost feel bad, like when the Hero’s childhood friend whispers she wants to carry your baby because she thinks it’ll make you closer to the Hero, and then the game just slams into hardcore group scene with her pinned, double stuffed, drooling ahegao face while you use her like a toy. One evening you’re giving “foot massage” to the party’s stern elf archer that ends with her sliding her toes around your shaft, totally red but still trying to act calm, and the next morning she’s the one offering to help you “relax” with a handjob behind some ruins, pretending it’s just physical relief so she doesn’t have to admit she’s addicted. There is lesbian stuff between party members you twisted emotionally, traps that start as jokes from the Demon King side and turn into full on submissive little pets in your harem, interracial scenes with captured enemies you flip over to your side using nothing but your cock and a bit of humiliation. You get classic blowjob, anal, multiple penetration, toys jammed in during battle prep, the Hero getting cucked in ten different ways without even realizing half of it, and a lot of those evil little moments where you watch from the shadows while they masturbate thinking about you, then you step out and ruin them more. It’s not soft, it’s not “healthy”, it’s dirty spying, gaslighting, teasing and training wrapped around an adventure that pretends to be heroic while you quietly turn the whole party into your personal, leaking, obedient mess.