You push open the door and the heat hits first, that lazy heavy kind of warmth that makes your skin feel too tight and your brain a bit soft. Light is low, everything blurred a little by steam, like the room itself is already half drunk and horny. It smells of wet wood and skin. No story about saving the world here, just sweat and sex and two girls who clearly came here for one job and it’s not spiritual cleansing. They’re in those tiny bits of lingerie that make no sense in a sauna, lace already sticking a little to damp skin, straps sliding off shoulders without anyone even touching them yet. Hair long, plastered to their backs and necks, shiny from the heat, making you think about grabbing a fistful and seeing what sounds you can pull out of them.

The game does this small thing really well: it lets you take your time. Not in a romantic, fake “let’s make love” way, more like “how far can I push before she stops pretending she’s in control”. You’re moving between them, peeling fabric off like it’s a ritual, choosing who to tease, who to make wait. Their faces are very anime, sure, big eyes, flushed cheeks, that usual “I’m embarrassed but also dripping” expression, and normally I’d roll my eyes, but here it kind of works because the sauna setting makes everything feel sticky and wrong in just the right way. When you bend one over the wooden bench and see her ass glisten with sweat, it’s not clean porn. It’s messy, bodies sliding, your hand on her hip while the other girl kneels, lingerie hanging around one thigh like she forgot to kick it off. This is not some fake “pure love route”, this is “I came here to fuck and I paid for the whole session”.

At some point you’re pushing into her ass, the angle a little rough because the bench is too narrow, and she’s clawing at the slats, long hair stuck to her back, panties around her ankle like a badge of failure. The sound design hammers it in: wet, sharp, obscene, no classy fade out or “tasteful” cut. The other girl is watching with that greedy, needy look, hand between her own legs, waiting for her turn like it’s a punishment. You swap, you toy, you abuse the fact that they are here for you and only you, and the game never pretends otherwise. No fake romance arc appears at the end to tell you everyone falls in love and moves in together. When the heat starts to feel too much and skin is flushed almost red, you’re still there, using their mouths, spreading their cheeks, making them sweat for you instead of the sauna. It’s dirty, a bit trashy, and that’s exactly why it works: no wedding bells, no sunset, just two ruined girls in a hot room, cum cooling on their skin while the steam keeps rising like nothing happened.